Signs of Life

They are embellishments: signs of life. They're the reminder of another day, our journey, and reflect the gift of living. They are marks that cannot be erased. They are not battle scars, but the signs of truly living. The Lasting Impact All that remains is a small pink dot about the size of a pencil eraser. It subtly adorns the underside of my arm and gives little outward suggestion to the devastation it has witnessed and the battle it has helped to fight these past months. However, it isn't alone. It is accompanied by numerous identical marks that have faded over time but still remain to tell of their own past battles. Scars? No, they are merely beautiful embellishments left from my PICC lines that remind me of how lucky I am to breathe. Even though my PICC line has finally been pulled, I have been free of IV antibiotics now for 2+ weeks, and the outward signs of my Cystic Fibrosis have dissipated, the effects of these past months can still be felt within. The outer scars will heal, leaving minimal evidence of this last brutal battle, but the scars within leave a resounding reminder of CF's ruthless progression, the physical and emotional pain, the loss of the life I so dearly loved, and the shear desperation I feel to squeeze life from every moment. But these embellishments within also remind me of how grateful I am just to breathe, and how beautiful life can be wherever the path may be leading. They are merely reminders both outwardly and inwardly of the impact CF...
Source: Healthy Living - The Huffington Post - Category: Consumer Health News Source Type: news