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August 9, 2019

That’s Not Something You See Every Day #6

Seahawks OnesieI went shopping at Value Village today and bought a onesie for my 6’5″ son because he’s bonkers about the Seahawks. The only problem is, I tried it on when I got home and it barely fit me. (I’m 5’7″.)

Looks like I have a new pair of pajamas.

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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…

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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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