But it’s not that funny really...in fact, not at all. The stitches finally came out just after Christmas. The Doctors were so pleased with the results. Doctor T stroked my cheek and said, ‘it heals well because you are so young....no wrinkles...scars will heal.’ Right on!
They were so disappointed that I was less than thrilled. All I could see was a mass of ugly red broken veins, discoloured lumpy skin, an uneven nose and misshapen eyes in the centre of my face. They assured me it would improve - three to six months apparently for the full healing process! Fantastic!
For a short time, I felt intimidated by my vivid facial scars - ruined my Christmas and New Year social life. My acupuncturist, who has had a tummy tuck, whipped her pants down to show me her lack of scars which she puts down to vitamin E oil… I will say that she was looking good down there! My hairdresser assured me that lots of her clients use this oil to assist the repair of their plastic surgery. Facialist said the same. Good enough for me! Plus Doctor T prescribed something to help too.
I have now become a lot more blasé in public because you just get used to it don’t you? And, it is looking just a teensy bit better. When people look at me, I start wondering why... then think, ‘oh, yeah...it' s the wheelchair, stupid...’
In February, I returned to the hospital for a check up. Doctor T breezily said, ‘oh, in another six months it will look fine.’ ANOTHER SIX MONTHS! I can only speculate that if they tell the truth upfront, people get upset, so they don’t!
On the plus side, the chemotherapy session planned for my face has been postponed to later in the year! Small relief. I am so NOT looking forward to this. And, I am now allowed to use ‘light’ makeup… like that’s going to solve all my problems!
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