Dearest umbilical hernia --
I won't miss you. Because of you, I need surgery for the first time since I was 12. That's 18 years of being kind of medically normal. Boo!
I don't want you to come back, so I'm going to be really careful. And I think you're absolutely awful. But I'm curious to know what you look like. I think I'll ask the doctor to take a picture.
You make me hurt and I'm perfectly fine with you being closed up.
There's only one thing that is good in all of you: more of Jesus. And that this very circumstance was ordained and perfected by a beautiful and sovereign God. He is my peace and you are gross. {sticking tongue out at my hernia}
So, goodbye!
Love {hate},
Ashley
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