
The scars of survivorship
Patient Stories
My stomach, swollen and on fire. The incisions, healing, burn. Too much pressure, and it felt like they will rip apart. My belly, round, in a perpetual state of fullness, pregnant with remnants of fear and freedom. My stomach is forever changed. It bears old scars, from teenage years and coming-of-age depression. But now five new scars cast wide shadows…
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