Scar first attached itself to me two weeks ago during surgery to remove a hunk of basal cell cancer from my face. In a strange spot, the surgeon cut, cleared out, then reattached part of my nostril and sewed me up from chin to cheek to nose, and thus Scar was created.
For a while I thought I might look like Terry Sawchuk, pre-goalie mask. (For the record, I actually think Sawchuk was rather handsome.) When I first saw the stitchery up close (my facial stitchery, not Sawchuk's), the raw hamburger effect made me sad and somewhat distressed, which was and still is difficult to convey as one side of my mouth now bows into a permanent smirk.
It's going to be a long while before things settle back down. I still have residual swelling, and the nerve damage is regenerating and repairing itself a sloth-like millimeter at a time. I still have some numbness around my left eye, so if I wink at you, it could be involuntary. Just go with it.
I'm in the Official 99% Club now. The chance of recurrence of the cancer, at least in this spot, is only 1%. I may look like I survived a knife fight, but I survived. The best part is that I have more cool bandaids than I
Until I need those bandaids again, I'm taking Scar on the road. We cannot hang out in sunshine (Scar is part vampire, apparently), but we can hang out. I could not ask for anything better than that.
