I am documenting this for Maria. She is even worse than me with medical stuff. I have the weakest stomach ever. So just removing a tiny growth on my arm was a "Big Surgery" to me. I had to look away the whole time. I even told the nurse to talk to me so I would keep my mind off of what she was doing. I think she thought I was a little crazy but I survived. Below are pictures of what I had to endure. I wouldn't make a very good mom I've decided. I can't deal with anything medical without getting queezy.
The Problem:
Preparing:
All those stitches:
Three weeks later:
The Resulting Scar:
I survived. It's a miracle.
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