I suppose it was only a matter of time before tears appeared. I couldn’t help myself yesterday.
Because I can’t see my body completely, and don’t exactly have a good eye for judging one day to the next, I need Vince to make sure the drains aren’t plugged and that the swelling isn’t increasing or an infection starting, etc.
And yesterday it struck me as a horrible thing to ask another person to do. I feel so disfigured, though I am proud of my battle scars, and I think it’s all just hideous to look at right now.
I am just so lucky to have a man such as Vince in my life who can help me without being sickened by it, but more importantly, I’m awed that I have someone I trust enough or feel comfortable enough around to show my body to.