My whole life as far as I remember myself I have been with Lymphedema in my right leg... I was not born with it, it developed after car accident when I was only 6 years... At 8 or so Lymphedema started to progress and ever since its an inseparable part of my life... By God's grace I could deal with mockery and whispers at school, university was better as I already could hide myself very well not to show others my Lymphedema...
I still struggle with shame while dealing with people when they notice something in me. Is it pride or what... not sure... but just my life is beautiful in my own eyes: My life with Lymphedema... That's the thorn in my flesh as Paul the Apostle said, so that not to take pride in anything I am...