Back in January, I was having some chest pains which sent me to the hospital. All was fine but they decided to go ahead and put in an ICD. That was scary stuff. It has been a few weeks now since I have had it done and now I have a scar on my chest. The made the incision diagonaly so it is not like I can hide it with my bra strap or anything. But that is ok. This scar means I am alive. And I am going to wear it proudly. This scar means I have a testimony. I have a story to tell. I am not afraid for people to ask about it.