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July 6, 2017

Letter #39 To My Benefactor

Dear Benefactor,

I cannot believe that the last time I wrote you was December 14, 2016.

It’s not like I’ve been sitting around on my couch all winter and spring watching Netflix every day (and thereby not having the time to write you). Admittedly, I haven’t been spending my time hiking either.

I’ve been gardening and gardening and gardening since February. Our puppy broke his leg, so I have had to stay close to home and keep him tethered so that he doesn’t re-injure himself. (One vet bill is enough.)

In other good news, our daughter just got home from Australia (where she is based as a missionary). She will be staying with us for six weeks.

One of the first things she said to me is, “I’m taking over all the cooking and baking” to which I replied, “Yeehaw!”

I notice she did not offer to clean toilets to which I say, “Boohoo.”

However, I will now be able to meet my deadline for getting “Cancer Is A Funny Thing: Book Three” to the editor.

I will also be forced to sign up for Weight Watchers if she keeps making yummy rhubarb/raspberry pies like the one that she’s holding up in this picture.

I will start hiking again soon, I promise. That way, I can get away with eating a piece of pie once in a while.



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April 3, 2017

That’s Not Something You Think Every Day #8

In my last post, I talked about trying to make a decision about whether or not to pursue finishing my breast reconstruction and having the surgeon build me a nipple.

After Thanksgiving, I didn’t have much time to think about this endeavor, either.

First, there was the Christmas program at church that Ken and I took part in. He sang in the choir while I hung out with my peeps in the band. I am definitely the grandma of the group, but we still have a good time praising the Lord.

Then, I celebrated the snow with Jonathan, the baby of the family.

Next, me and the boys at home Facetimed with Adriana who is in Australia and has missed the last three or four Christmases.

Who has time to be thinking about nipples when there is so much celebrating to do?

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April 3, 2017

That’s Not Something You Think Every Day #7

From left to right: Michael (the son), me, Ken (the husband), Jonathan (the other son), and Kylie (the other son’s girlfriend)

In my last three blog posts, I have been discussing all the hemming and hawing I did over the month of November about whether or not I should finish my breast reconstruction by getting my nipple.

By Thanksgiving, while others around me prayed for thankfulness for 25-pound turkeys, houses to live in, and other various blessings, I thanked the Lord for a husband that likes me just the way I am and has never once pressured me to get another nipple.

Thankfulness: it’s a good thing. Now, if we could just do something about that beard…

By |April 2017|That's Not Something You...|

March 15, 2017

Dear Fran Drescher #35

At Fran Drescher’s Health Summit on October 26, 2016 – Photo by Jodi Rose

Dear Fran,

I just wanted to say that I had a great time this past October at your Health Summit. I learned a lot about cancer and was over-the-moon happy to be able to get my picture taken with you.

Since I have not heard back from you, I think I am going to search for another best friend.

I’m thinking Kathy Bates might be a good fit because of our common breast cancer experience and dealings with lymphedema.

I wish you all the best as you continue to drive around in your Cancer Schmancer van and help women with early detection of cancer.



By |March 2017|Dear Fran Drescher|

December 15, 2016

That’s Not Something You See Every Day #5

Photo by Theresa VanderKooy

The same day that I posted my last nipple conversation on Facebook, I got a very strange picture in my inbox. It was a picture of a friend’s nipple. I realize that’s not something you see every day. Not in my circle of friends anyways.

So, now I had six differing opinions as to what to do with my own nipple:

Friend #1 – “Here is a picture of the $3,000 nipple reconstruction I had done; I’m not so sure I’m happy with the results.”
Friend #2 – “Just do it. Get it done.”
Friend #3 – “Gasp. You can’t miss volleyball for something like a nipple!!! Where are your priorities, woman?!”
Friend #4 – “To nipple or not to nipple? I’d say nipple.”
Friend #5 – “I’m with Friend Number Four.”
Husband – “I support you in whatever decision you make.”

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