On February 26, 2007, the world changed for her: cancer! In the pelvic bone, to be exact. Surgery. Therapy. Giving up? Not an option. So let’s get on with it. Survival. Get healthy. Fuck you, fucking cancer!
Twelve years later, what has happened? The cancer is beaten. For good. What remains is a changed body. And scars. Big scars. In the body, on the skin, in life.
But what does that mean? Scars are always hidden, but why? Are they unattractive? Even ugly? That is probably more in the eye of the beholder.
But scars are a symbol for something much more valuable: life experience. The security to master even difficult phases in life. Scars show that a person has gained more experience and experiences than if the difficult phases had not existed. Scars show unconditional will to live and strength.
A person has gained more than if there had not been the phases of life. Scars and fractures give values in life that do not show at first sight. These values are immaterial. Unique and individual. That is why scars must be gilded.