My leg.

I haven't mentioned it, but I've been using crutches since the knee appeared. I still haven't worked up the courage to see a prosthetist. I don't know how I'd explain why the old socket no longer fits.

It's probably just as well I haven't had another one made.

There's part of a lower leg now. Below the knee. It wasn't there before I went back in.

I think my leg is growing back. I've been sitting here trying to find another way to write that.

All my tattoos have disappeared. I checked the places where I could still see faint lines before. Nothing.

The scars are gone too. Even the one on my elbow from falling off my bike on the hill behind our house when I was a kid. I've had that scar for as long as I can remember. I keep running my thumb over where it should be.

I suppose I should be happy about my leg. Mostly I'm afraid to look at it again tomorrow.