Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Hello, just a quick post to let everyone know I am FINE, almost five years out, and still have great relationships with my doctors and other health professionals who helped me through the worst of it. I'm also thrilled to be able to reach out to others who are going through what I did, and offer a shoulder to cry on, or some advice or support. Whatever is needed.
It's important to remember to LAUGH through all of this. Today I was going through airport security, and the male TSA agent told me to take off my sweater, my scarf, and my pedometer, and I thought I would never get through the line. When I did go through, the female TSA agent said, "Excuse me, I'll have to touch you here and here, and she made these circular motions with her gloved hands around my upper torso. I thought, hmm, maybe my implants showed up on the screen! So I leaned forward and whispered, "I have implants." She said, "No, that's not what we're seeing. She pointed a gloved finger at the monitor (I thought these were in another room!) and there, on my left upper chest, was an opaque small rectangular object. My cell phone! I'd been in the habit of putting it in my bra so I could hear it, and since I'm still a little numb in that area, I sometimes forget it's there. I was mortified. The older TSA agent said, "Don't worry about it. When we did this screening at the prison, a lot of women put things in their bras." I said, "What things?" thinking he would say guns or drugs, or something a prisoner might want. He said, "Ahh, mostly phones."
It isn't easy being a survivor, but it beats the alternative!