Happy St. Patricks day to all my Irish friends out there. Today you may be all decked out in green, celebrating your heritage, tomorrow I’ll be celebrating my birthday. I figured I’d spread the good cheer with 34% off of my book for the first 34 customers – in honor of my 34 years on this earth. Simply go here, click I want this and enter happybday in the offer code box and you will receive 34% off the price. BUT, it is only for the…
Happy St. Patricks day to all my Irish friends out there. Today you may be all decked out in green, celebrating your heritage, tomorrow I’ll be celebrating my birthday. I figured I’d spread the good cheer with 34% off of my book for the first 34 customers – in honor of my 34 years on this earth. Simply go here, click I want this and enter happybday in the offer code box and you will receive 34% off the price. BUT, it is only for the…
(did you miss Part 1 & Part 2) So would I do it all over again? With the experience I’ve had, would I opt to undergo surgery to correct my poland syndrome chest? That is the million dollar question, isn’t it? I don’t know. How is that for an answer. I don’t know. I’m not sure. I can argue it both ways. So let’s reframe the question: If my daughter had Poland Syndrome what would I do. Well, honestly, that…
(did you miss Part 1 & Part 2) So would I do it all over again? With the experience I’ve had, would I opt to undergo surgery to correct my poland syndrome chest? That is the million dollar question, isn’t it? I don’t know. How is that for an answer. I don’t know. I’m not sure. I can argue it both ways. So let’s reframe the question: If my daughter had Poland Syndrome what would I do. Well, honestly, that…
(read part 1) If you have read any of my other posts you may know that I prefer to struggle alone. Surely fueled by pride to some degree but also largely because my upbringing taught me that my struggle is MY struggle, and I adapted to that reality. So when a a few days after the surgery, as I’m sitting up in bed (because lying down caused too much pain), I hear a knock at my bedroom door and see…
(read part 1) If you have read any of my other posts you may know that I prefer to struggle alone. Surely fueled by pride to some degree but also largely because my upbringing taught me that my struggle is MY struggle, and I adapted to that reality. So when a a few days after the surgery, as I’m sitting up in bed (because lying down caused too much pain), I hear a knock at my bedroom door and see…
I am in a few different Facebook groups for Poland Syndrome and inevitable every few weeks someone is asking about surgery to correct Poland Syndrome. I remember when I was 15 my mother was driving me home from one of my many soccer events. It was a long drive this time and we stopped to get lunch on the way. At some point during the lunch she says, “your father and I have been talking about getting you a specialist.” Being…
I am in a few different Facebook groups for Poland Syndrome and inevitable every few weeks someone is asking about surgery to correct Poland Syndrome. I remember when I was 15 my mother was driving me home from one of my many soccer events. It was a long drive this time and we stopped to get lunch on the way. At some point during the lunch she says, “your father and I have been talking about getting you a specialist.” Being…
I think we all do it to some degree — we hide behind a mask. A mask of confidence when all we have is self-doubt. A mask of indifference when truly we are impacted and hurt by so much. An outward smile when inwardly we are cringing and wanting to cry. I don’t think folks with P.S. or other conditions are alone in putting on masks from time to time. We do it to protect our pride. We do…
I think we all do it to some degree — we hide behind a mask. A mask of confidence when all we have is self-doubt. A mask of indifference when truly we are impacted and hurt by so much. An outward smile when inwardly we are cringing and wanting to cry. I don’t think folks with P.S. or other conditions are alone in putting on masks from time to time. We do it to protect our pride. We do…