This thought just came to me as I was outside enjoying today’s sunshine.
I was walking back to my spot in my lounge chair when my sister said – is that a scar? Is that from the patch you wear? She was talking about the marks left over from my patch on one side (I was wearing a bikini, so sometimes that’s not so hard to see).
I’ve gone through the whole discussion about how having to wear an estrogen patch on your hip shouldn’t make you feel like any less of a woman. I’m starting to think there’s a lot more to it than that.
These patches are going to be with me for most of, if not the rest of my life. This includes the scarring and glue left at times when wearing one. There really isn’t too much I can do about it. The medicine is needed so my body can function properly.

Do I want a family someday? Absolutely, and I’ll do whatever I can to make that happen. Going through this treatment is just something that could possibly make it a little easier later on, because it still does depend on a lot of other things.
You shouldn’t feel ashamed about needing something like this to help make certain aspects of life a little easier. That’s why I like to think of my patch as a “patch of honor”. It’s always going to sit there on my skin, and it’s just another smaller piece of who I really am. ❤