How can it not be a part of me? It's in my hand. [Maybe that's what disturbs her so much, that her body - even in such a small way - is no longer entirely hers. That something has changed without her consent. This isn't like a tattoo that she's chosen and had inked into her skin, it isn't like gaining a scar that serves as a reminder.

This wasn't her choice but now she's marked forever perhaps.]

I won't keep you, I'm sure there are many others to speak to but thank you, I understand that this is strange to all of you, almost as strange as it is for any of us.