Week 22 #R2BC - 'the one where I've lost my belly button'

I'm just going to dive in and write from my heart the stuff I'm thankful for. I'm still a little 'under the influence' so apologise if I repeat or am grammatically incorrect.

I am sore, but in good spirits following the eviction of Geoff the Gallbaldder.

I'm being looked after wonderfully by my parents

I seem to have 'lost' my belly button in the operation. It's not a big deal, as someone said it actually serves no purpose (other than a measuring point as to how far south my boobs have sagged) Not sure why it took me two days to realise what had been done to it though!

I sent the pic to my daughter who said 'it looks like a bum hole' and cruelly to my sister (who has a fear of belly buttons) who said 'would have nightmares.' I've got to get my laughs somewhere.

Everyone, and I mean everyone on Twitter, have been super supportive and kept me going. Thank you guys, you know who you are.

And I now have 5 more scars to add to my collection. I know to some people, scars aren't something to celebrate, but for me they are evidence of events which have happened to me. Lots of people have scars, it's just for them, they are on the inside.

These are my battle wounds and I wear them with pride.



Don't forget this is a blog hop, so take a look at Michelle's post and the other linked posts by clicking here