'When I was 2 years old my parents noticed a lump on my neck and took me straight to the doctors.
The doctor said she would like to have my lump looked at by another doctor and asked my parents to take me to the Hospital that afternoon. After lots of blood tests and a CT scan I was diagnosed, later that evening, with a Lypoblastoma tumour the size of an avacado, that was attached to my heart ventricles and had pushed on my wind pipe, making it curved.
I then underwent an 8 hour major operation to remove the tumor, leaving me with quite a large scar and a titanium rod in my chest. Also resulting in a partially paralysed diaphragm and one of my lungs not functioning to its full capacity.
Thank fully the tumour was removed successfully and I was given the all clear.
I have always felt very self conscious about my scar growing up and would often ask my parents to take me to the doctor to get it cut off as I had this silly perception of body image. But over the years I have learnt to embrace my imperfections and I feel more confident to bear the marks on my body - A scar simply means you were stronger than whatever tried to hurt you, so Love your Scar'