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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…

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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.



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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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December 14, 2016

That’s Not Something You Think Every Day #6

Photo by Theresa VanderKooy

In my last post, I talked about the conversation I had with my plastic surgeon back in the beginning of November.

While people around me debated about normal things like what meal they were going to serve for Thanksgiving or what gifts they were going to give for Christmas, I hemmed and hawed about whether or not I should rush in to get my nipple after years of waiting.

I picked up the phone:

Me: “Hi plastic surgeon’s secretary. I’m looking into getting my nipple done sometime.”

Her: “It looks like we can fit you in after the first part of December.”

Me: “Uh, that soon? Hyperventilate. Um, well…let’s see…about how much will that cost?”

Her: “Hold, please.”

Billing Person: “Understand you’re looking into getting a new nipple.”

Me: “Hyperventilate.”

Billing Person: “It would be roughly $440 for the areola tattooing and $2,417 for the nipple reconstruction surgery.”

Me: “Hyperventilate. How long of a recovery is it? I’m playing in a volleyball league right now and don’t want to miss any games.”

Billing Person: “I will have the plastic surgeon’s nurse call you.”

Me: “Hyperventilate, hyperventilate, hyperventilate.”

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December 14, 2016

That’s Not Something You Think Every Day #5

Photo by Theresa VanderKooy

In the beginning of November, I called my plastic surgeon. This is how the conversation went:

Me: “Hi, Dr. Miller. I’m finishing up my manuscript for the publisher and I have a few questions. You interned for whom? and at what university?”

Him: “Swartz and Pittsburgh.”

Me: “Can I read another paragraph to you to make sure I’m accurate?”

Him: “Sure.”

Me: “Plan A: DIEP procedure. This is the one where they take your stomach and actually cut it off. They reattach it to your body where your breast used to be. Plan B: TRAM procedure. This is where they tunnel the blood vessels, keeping them intact, and stretch the skin over to where your breast used to be.”

Him: “Correct.”

Me: “Punchline.”

Him: “Ha ha ha ha.”

Me: “The editor wanted to know why I have to lose all my weight first before you can construct that nipple for me. I said because you said so.”

Him: “If you are stuck at your weight, we can still do it.”

Stuck at my weight? Yes, Sirree, Bob: for over 20 years now.

Decisions, decisions. Keep beating my head against the wall (to lose weight) or get that elusive nipple now?

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