The first surgery was frightening. The second was discouraging. The third was heartbreaking.
Three times, I found myself preparing for major surgery.
Three times, I faced uncertainty.
Three times, I placed my future in the hands of medical professionals and trusted God with the outcome.
People often assume surgery ends the story. The reality is far more complex.
Surgery involves recovery. Pain. Patience. And the emotional challenge of starting over.
After each procedure, I hoped it would be the last. After each recovery, I dared to dream again.
When the fibroids returned, I had to decide whether disappointment would define me. I chose not to let it.
Instead, I focused on what I could control. My attitude. My faith. My determination to keep moving forward.
Looking back, I see more than surgeries.
I see evidence of survival. Evidence of grace. Evidence that strength often emerges in circumstances we would never choose.
My scars tell a story. Not of defeat. But of perseverance. Not of weakness. But of courage.
And for that reason, I wear them with gratitude.