or so they tell me.
When my second PICC line failed in October, my medical team and I decided we'd had enough of that nonsense and elected to replace it with a type of central catheter called a port. It's basically a little plastic reservoir (tucked into my pectoral muscle right beneath the larger of the two scars) attached to a tube that extends from the reservoir to my subclavian vein (see: the smaller scar located just beneath my collarbone) to my superior vena cava.
The entire point of this little photo-session in the rain was to photograph the scars on my chest. Initially, I wasn't happy with this photo at all, but the more I looked at it, the more I liked it; rather than focusing on them, it shows them in context.
I tend to think of these two scars as being much larger than they are because of their impact on my life. It's taken a while to get used to them, but I'm finally starting to see them for what they are: just another part of me.
selfportrait, taken 3.09.2013