I have a zipper on my skin. It goes from under my breasts to my belly. Raised and a reminder to me that life is to be lived and cherished. Some years ago I was very ill to the point that I felt that I was slowly dying and I was. Three carcinoid tumors in my small intestine. Lurking there robbing my body and playing havoc with my health. A wonderful doctor found them when he opened me up one day in early spring. He gave me back my life. This small dark man who followed the teachings of the Koran, his holy book.
That morning I lay on the operating table and had my very guts exposed. The closest I ever came to facing my own mortality. With the hands of an angel he healed my body. Took from me what was slowly killing me.
When I first saw my mutilated body, I cried. Such an awful incision on my soft skin. Staples like railroad tracks on my body holding me together. My morphine pump became my best friend. My dear friend Mary holding my hand and helping me through my pain. The kindness of so many nurses who cared for me. My surgeon who walked in with a huge smile on his face knowing that he had given me back my life.
I have a zipper on my skin. I touch it and feel such gratitude. What I initially thought was ugly has become beautiful to me. I am whole again. I live and love and am loved. And all because I have a zipper on my skin.