I’m a fat head
I met Mary a few years ago through friends of friends. She is close to people I hold dear to me, and is a straight talking true southern spit fire. After the story you see below, she told us about another scar she got when she was five while playing, “cocktails” . A true southern belle.
“This scar is from a brain tumor.
The best kind of brain tumor you can have if you’re going to have a brain tumor. They took a circular saw and cut out part of my scull and peeled back the skin in order to remove the tumor. The tumor was growing out of my acoustic nerve, so they had to cut it during surgery. So now I am deaf in my left ear. Speaking of doctors that you hate (referencing Nathan’s comment below), my doctor told me, “Well, since you have such a major hearing loss anyhow, you won’t miss it.” (I had 20% hearing loss before the surgery). But I do miss it. I really miss it.
To fill where the tumor was, they took fat out of my stomach. It was the size of a golf ball. I’m not happy about the divot, but I’m glad not to have the tumor anymore. 
I can’t tell what the scar from my surgery looks like because it is not in my line of vision. But the divot in my stomach reminds me of the brain surgery all of the time. It makes me think I’m a fat head. That was an insult my father used to use all the time…and now it has become literal.
The scars are the map that help me remember the major events that have occurred in my life. “
