Scar Tissue

Laurie O'Brien
Last Modified: November 1, 2001

Copyright © 1997 Laurie O'Brien

The body heals. One year later I can see in the bathroom mirror that the skin is all of a color. The long red line of the scar has soothed itself into a pale crease. The gathers where skin was
stitched, layer upon layer have subsided.

The chest is smooth, unfinished looking. There
is a pattern of depressions, hollows, where the lymph nodes had
    been.

Someone asks me about chest wall and muscle.

How do I tell? The scar jumps when the muscle is tightened.

What is most startling is still what is missing. It isn't hand or eye, kidney or foot, but there has
been a severing, an amputation. Where there was flesh, blood, milk is only air.

When my daughters were babies I always put them first each morning to the left b reast. Now it's
gone. What can I say about what I will never have?

  Laurie O'Brien

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