I have lived forty three years with a large port wine stain covering my chest. My Mom was always so sweet when I was a child calling it a stork bite ( the stork didn't want to let me to go). As I got into middle school I was teased about it, having hickeys ect. When I got engaged to my fabulous husband John in 1990. I wondered how could I get rid of this hideous birthmark for the special day....