Every day, Carter asks me to roll over so he can check my back. He says;
"Your back all better now?"
I tell him it's not all better, but it's getting better every day.
Tony on the other hand cannot stand to even have a peek at my scar. It repulses him so much that it amuses me. I find a small amount of joy in casually calling him to me and then surprising him with my scar. I know it's totally stupid but that's where I am at right now - being amused by stupid things.
My boys have been fantastic. They are gentle and caring and so considerate of me. I certainly would never have wished these kind of experiences on them, but I know it is helping to make them into gentle, caring, considerate men.
Here is a photo of my scar. Its not as big as my previous surgeries, but it's also not as neat. I suspect that trying to pull open and close the same bit of skin over and over has taken it's toll.
Lookin pretty good though huh!