fluttering free

December 30, 2013 at 3:30 pm 18 comments

ς

small and resilient

strength with exquisite beauty

silver butterfly

ς

ς

butterfly

1 bike crash +
2 titanium plates +
48 titanium screws =
4.5″ scar
(& 1 Ironman Medal)

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  • 1. MichelleMarie Antell  |  December 30, 2013 at 5:10 pm

    = one tough recovery and Ironman! 😀 WOW!

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    • 2. words4jp  |  December 30, 2013 at 7:06 pm

      thanks – it is what is there that one cannot really see that probably hurts the most.

      (the medal is pretty darn cool:)

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      • 3. MichelleMarie Antell  |  December 30, 2013 at 9:41 pm

        Isn’t that so so true!!!! I do love the medal! Yay! 🙂

  • 4. Apurva  |  December 30, 2013 at 5:11 pm

    Oh my god! that must have been painful

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    • 5. words4jp  |  December 30, 2013 at 7:05 pm

      it was at the time:)

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  • 6. Neeraj  |  December 30, 2013 at 5:29 pm

    Its brave and very beautiful ! Hugs!!

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    • 7. words4jp  |  December 30, 2013 at 7:03 pm

      thank you for reading and thank you for the hugs:)

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  • 8. Blog It Or Lose It  |  January 1, 2014 at 12:38 am

    Yowzers!!!!! One tough cookie!
    Hugs to you — and all the best in 2014!

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  • 9. dianarasmussen  |  January 3, 2014 at 2:31 am

    Hey we are sisters, I’m part Titanium too, lol! Mine is in my lower leg. I think we are just part Wonder Woman…

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    • 10. words4jp  |  January 3, 2014 at 1:09 pm

      Can you imagine what would happen at the airport if we both went thru security at the same time?

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  • 11. dianarasmussen  |  January 3, 2014 at 1:16 pm

    Hahahahaha…let’s do it! Ohare here we come…;)

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  • 12. The Presents of Presence  |  January 3, 2014 at 3:21 pm

    Wow, you are very inspiring! xo

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    • 13. words4jp  |  January 3, 2014 at 4:22 pm

      Thank you. The big scar is quite impressive – at least my boys think so – mom/metal/bionic mom. It’s the scars that barely show which are the least impressive.

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      • 14. The Presents of Presence  |  January 3, 2014 at 7:37 pm

        I have scars myself both on the outside and inside. I understand.

      • 15. words4jp  |  January 3, 2014 at 11:19 pm

        xxxx thank you for your kind words.

  • 16. Brenda  |  January 9, 2014 at 5:10 pm

    Looks like you had a great surgeon, with a delicate hand. It’s very neat and tidy and thin. All you could want in a scar. 🙂

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    • 17. words4jp  |  January 10, 2014 at 4:23 pm

      it is so funny you would say that – i actually had a surgical student! i was told by someone i could have had staples, but i was taken to a teaching hospital (I was in no shape to designate where i wanted to go – plus i was in another state far from home by myself). it seems that the over 100 stitches were practice:)

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      • 18. Brenda  |  January 10, 2014 at 6:28 pm

        You lucked out then!! Staples look hideous, and they can leave a series of nearby scars, depending on the size staples. They made me feel like Frankenstein when I had them. I hated them.

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