S C A R S

I've always loved scars. I've taken pride in the

stories that are behind the ones I've had. But

man, leading up to my surgery, I feared them.

Not because of how they might look, but

because of what they could stand for.

In the months leading up to my surgery, I tossed back and forth on whether to cancel it all

together because I was SO convinced that it was all in my head, that the pain I experienced was normal and that I just couldn't handle it like

everyone else could. 

I was so afraid that I would wake up from my surgery and they would tell me they didn't find anything and that from that moment on, these

scars would just be reminders of the fear and

regret that I was convinced I would be stuck

with.

But that wasn't the case.

It was quite the opposite. I was told of the laundry list of things they did and found and removed and I've been reaping the benefits of the surgery ever since.

Now every day when I look at these scars, I don't see regret or fear. I see strength and courage. Sure, on the hard days, they may be little reminders of our journey with infertility. But on most days, they are reminders that I am STRONG. Reminders that I have gone through a lot, that I can trust the Lord who has me, that I can listen my intuition, and that I am stronger than I think. I'm happy that I can say I treasure them and the story they hold.

If you are in pain, it's not in your head. Trust your

intuition, find the best specialist you can, and don't stop until your pain is recognized and addressed.

P. S. There's four scars total. One is hiding in this

picture and the other was beautifully hidden in my belly button. blessssss my surgeon who made them the cutest little things.