My appearance is a bit different. I don't know if it's
from transplant or if it's just from CF.
I'm kind of small. I'm growing now, because...
everything's quite alright,
but my body was taking so much energy to breathe,
and stay in an okay state.
I kind of look like I'm...
11, 12; that's what I usually get.
I still buy kid's movie tickets.
Which is really good, actually!
I lost a lot of friends, because I was here, and it's just...
Like, I go back and I don't really hang out with anyone anymore, and...
People look at you differently, like, when you have
a kidney disease or you're going to have a heart transplant or something,
everyone looks at you completely differently,
like something's physically wrong with you.
Not like, physically, but...
I can't think of the word right now—and they think you're contagious or something.
So they stray away from you, and then when you come back, it's like...
When I came back, I had a really puffy face from the prednisone.
Everyone was like,
"Sydney, is that you?" I'm like,
"Really?"
"You can't even tell by my clothes it's me?"
No one really recognized me, which...
kind of sucked.
And...
your moods are always changing a lot,
so, it affects your family and friends, too, that way.
The thoughts on my scar...
It's my pride and joy, actually, because...
when I see a girl, I tell her, I raise up my shirt, "I'll tell you,"
I say what happened.
And I show my friends and my teachers, sometimes explain it.
And you know, girls are like, "Oh my god, what happened?"
I was like, "It was SO horrible." I tell them,
and you know...
some of the girls have an idea of what it is, others don't, but when I actually tell them,
and I tell them the story, they're all impressed.
And my friends, my male friends, are like,
"Aw, man, I wish I had a scar because then I'd have a good story to tell the girls."
I'm like, "Too bad."
It's my scar, can't share it, so...
I love my scar, it's my pride and joy...
Yeah, overall, I just like it.
I think that my scar has affected my life just a bit
because during the summer time, I can't
wear a bikini or something, I have to try and hide it as much as I can.
My scars, because I'm almost three years out,
they're pretty much non-existent.
I had a G-tube before surgery so I could get
food through it during the night because I was so underweight
from working so hard to breathe.
So that kind of left a nasty little scar because it's not really a scar,
it's just kind of like a second bellybutton.
Only smaller.
And I don't really like that, but it goes away eventually.
No, the scars don't really bug me, because I don't
parade around in, like, a bikini all the year.
All the time.
My scar? Well, it's not as big,
it's small, it's really—it's a good scar.
They said it's a good scar.
It looks... it looks okay.
It doesn't hurt.
I pretty much like it, because it's small, and...
not as big, so I don't really worry about how they cut me
you know it's not—it wasn't that bad.
The scar's pretty big.
I never thought it was going to be really big, because...
a kidney's like... that big.
And the scar's like that.
Now, that shouldn't be scary, because...
it's... that will scare people to know how big it is, but...
In the summertime, when I'm at the beach with my friends,
and they're like, laying down in the sun,
and I want to but I can't. I have to be careful, or put something on.