When I started blogging, I had two purposes: one was to record everything that was happening with my breast cancer diagnosis, so that I would never forget any of the details. But the second purpose was because I hoped to reach someone, somewhere, who was facing the same diagnosis and searching desperately for straightforward information about it.
|You can't tell I'm lit on narcotics, can you?|
Then last week, I got this email. And it started with the words, "I found your blog and it’s helped put me at ease."
What makes this even better is she also lives in the same town as me.
She Googled "free tram flap," which is the reconstruction method that was used on me, and "Dr. Geter," who is the AWESOMEST PLASTIC SURGEON EVER, and she got ME.
|I LOVE THIS MAN!|
She is having her surgery done prophylactically, because, although she does not have cancer, she has a strong family history of it, plus she also has fibrocystic disease. Her surgery is scheduled for next week.
And today, she and I and her daughter met for lunch.
And they asked me lots of questions, which I answered as honestly and completely as I could.
I showed them pictures of my boobies at the different stages of reconstruction (something which I have spared my blog readers). (I offered to let her see them if she wanted, but she said the pictures were sufficient. The offer still holds if she changes her mind, because, while a picture says a thousand words, a personal viewing is like War and Peace.)*
If I drop dead tomorrow, I will die happy.
My little blog helped someone. It really helped someone.
And now that I am on the subject of boobies, I think it's time to reveal that I have received a coveted Blog Award. Unlike most blogging awards, this one has very, very simple rules:
1. Be brazen enough to display it on your blog.
2. Nominate another blogger.
So, without further ado, I am proudly displaying my new award.
Now for my nomination for a Golden Sideboob (drum roll, please): Synnove Robinson of Don't Chew On The Dinner Table. Accept it, Synnove, if you dare.
*When I told my husband that we were going to meet, he said, "Let me get this straight. You're going to show your boobs to someone you met on the internet?" Uh, yep.