The last thing I remember before being wheeled into the operating room was the nurse telling me that I would have a large scar down my torso when I woke up. If I hadn’t been so doped up, I might have laughed. The doctors had clearly explained that if I didn’t have this surgery, I was going to die. Were we really going to talk about a scar? (continued)

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