The line down the center of my back is where they cut me open for my first major surgery. This scar is a little over a foot long.
The dark brown area around my first scar came from the radiation treatments. If you look closely, you can see my birthmark as well. Before the treatments, it was the darkest thing on my back but now it's really light compared to the permanent "tan" that radiation therapy gave me.
The surgery that left me with this scar was considered "minimally-invasive". I guess that's just relative to how much they could have done to me. On the bright side, this photo managed to capture what has got to be the best manicure that I've given myself in a long time.
For this surgery, they went into my chest and cut out the part of my rib that the tumor was attached to. Even though it was more invasive than the first surgery, it was not as emotionally difficult to get over the first stage of recovery because I knew how much pain I could handle and that it would decrease over time.
The two small(er) scars underneath the big one came from where they inserted two plastic hoses into my chest to drain fluid as it built up after my second major surgery. The morphine drip was needed mostly because of how uncomfortable/painful it was to try and sleep with these two hoses sticking out of my chest for five days. It wasn't until they took them out that I found out each hole in my chest was holding up twelve inches of hose inside of me. The thoughtless doctor who pulled out the first one didn't even bother to prep me with a little extra pain medication before he literally yanked it out of me. If I hadn't been so traumatized, then I'd have probably yelled at him for not at least giving me some notice that he was about to do it.