A couple of years ago my grandson Kyle was hurt while him and I were out walking the dogs. I had a retractable lead in my hand, and I had his dog on my leash, a very rambunctious border collie. She seen a squirrel, and before I knew what happened she jumped over the other dog, in front of Kyle and in bolting – the lead caught Kyle across the neck.
I couldn’t believe it was happening, it happened so fast. It cut his throat from ear to ear before I dropped it. The cut was right on the line on his throat. I have never been so scared in my whole life!!
But the most amazing thing happened, as he recovered. And he did recover. I was so scared he was going to die. I carried him all the way home, rushing and screaming all the way for help. But he was okay. I have never been so frightened. The amazing thing was, that he was proud of his scar. He told me it made him a manly man. He was proud and said real men have scars.
I guess that’s how I need to look at my mastectomy scars. I have had a hard time looking at them. I have had a hard time believing that I survived this horrible horrible disease, or that I even had it. I have never been through anything like this, or as scared. But I remember his words; and now I am comforted by them.
This is the little guy that when my dog died, he put his hand on my shoulder and whispered in my ear, I know Honeybear is okay Mana, but are you?
His love gets me through all of it.
