Tuesday, July 24, 2012
A whole new meaning to my nickname
Many, many years ago my father nicknamed me. There is a story behind it and it has nothing to do with a being a dog but it has always stuck. Now, other family members and those close to me still call me POOCH! Last week Thursday I met with a plastic surgeon, Dr. Cole, and of course the consultation was to talk to me about breast reconstruction and ALLLLL the options available to me. One option I have is to perform what is called a TRAM Flap (isn't that a lovely name) where they take tissue from the belly to create a new "Thing 1." More commonly known as a tummy tuck. Throughout the conversation Dr. Cole kept referring to my "extra weight" as my POOCH! Inside my soul I chuckled every time. Oddly enough I also learned for the first time in my life carrying a little extra weight is only to my advantage!
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That is too funny! I'm glad you keep us laughing through all of this! Sending lots of love and prayers your direction from the Gardiner Gang!
ReplyDeletePraying that everything goes well tomorrow, the doctors will be guided in the correct steps and for a quick recovery. I am so proud of how you continue to look forward and keep your sense of humor.
ReplyDeleteGreat story! Praying for your day tomorrow. I worked with cancer patients and always thought the ones with a little extra got through stronger. And your faith and humor make you more resilient :)
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