I read about a beautiful 18-year-old young lady named Katie. In 2014, she shot herself in the face; she admits it wasn't her intention. It was a moment's decision, needless to say, a
bad one that cost half her face. "She lived," the doctors told her parents she would always live in a skilled facility. Why? Based on science, she would never be able to do anything
for herself. The doctors talked to Katie about a face transplant. For Katie, this was a big decision; in order for this to happen, someone would have to die. Well, the door opened in 2017;
a pretty young lady by the name of Andrea died from an overdose. The decision was made in 2017. Katie had the transplant. She wasn't the old Katie, but she was alive, and her
scars were outwardly visible. The bottom line was Katie wanted to live in spite of...
Chrissy was a gorgeous 16-year-old honor student. She was in the car with a bunch of friends who robbed a country store. Chrissy was waiting in the car; she had no idea what took
place. Later, at her boyfriend's house, one of the guys was playing with the rifle; he accidentally shot Chrissy in the face. That accident caused Chrissy to lose her eyes and nose. Chrissy
refused to feel sorry for herself; she continued getting A's and graduated. While attending the blind institute, she met her husband. A decade later, a few facial surgeons, through science
and art, made her a mask. The mask consisted of eyes and a nose that could be taken on and off. Chrissy had a face; she no longer had to wear the mask that covered her face. Blindness
nor scars hindered her from living...
Last year, my surgeon and GI doctor started discussing a reversal of my colostomy. The surgeon was sure that the surgery would be a success. The GI doctor said before he signed off
on this, if for some reason it didn't work, I would have to have an ileostomy. Because my frame is small, there wouldn't be enough room for another colostomy.
To be totally honest, I had been waiting to hear this since 2015. I'm not willing to endure such a surgery to turn back. I stand in my own skin; it took time to accept me.
The two stories above picked my spirits up on January 9, 2019. You see, my scars are unseen, and theirs are visible to the world. No self-pity for me; if it never happens—I AM HERE...
Respectfully,
Angelicamarie