Rewrite The Scars

My friend is a girl you might know. 

At one time in her life she was a world renowned wedding dress designer who was featured on Say Yes To The Dress.

I was invited to provide a cake for a "Meet the Designer Trunk Show" at a bridal salon in Delaware. 

That's how we met. 

She looked at the cake I'd created for the event and said she felt like she could create a dress based on the cake. 

I wanted to jump out of my skin with excitement. 

I was so nervous and she was so gracious.  

I was immediately taken by her genuine authenticity. 

Seriously, she may be one of the nicest people on the face of the earth. 

After that event we stayed in touch and I did another event with her the following year. 

A little back story here: Nearly 15 years ago this amazing woman signed a contract with a wedding dress design house that gave her her own named dress line! 

It was a dream come true for any designer. 

Because she is a glass half-full type of person, was so excited and flattered that it never crossed her mind that someone would do something that would cause her harm and did not have a lawyer review the contract before she signing.

When she asked questions, they said she could renegotiate any potential issues. 

Well, that turned out to not be true. 

Not only did they not allow her to renegotiate the contract but they stopped paying her, took her social media accounts, any sketches of any type of dresses and they took her name. 

Yes, you read that correctly, she is no longer allowed to use her birth name. 

Evidently it was written into the contract that she signed. Yes, she signed it but, in my opinion, there is a special place in hell for businesses and owners who operate so unethically. They knew what they were doing when they put that in there in the first place! 

Anyway, fast forward a few years, many thousands of dollars and many court battles later...She still cannot use her name, she is barred from working in the wedding industry for five years because of the non-compete clause but she did get her pictures back from her social media accounts. 

And... she has a new name. 

She is Cheval. 

She is powerful, strong, kind, loving, sweet, wonderful, smart, funny and a genuinely good person. 

She is also now a shoe designer! 

I know, right?! 

Her shoes are amazing! Not only are they beautiful but I wore a pair, right out of the box, for her launch party and they were stupid comfortable! 

Once I decided to forego reconstruction after my  double mastectomy I made the decision to get a tattoo. 

She is Cheval

I reached out to Cheval to see if she'd be interested in designing it for me. The only thing I told her was that  it had to have a pink ribbon in it and I wanted florals.

She did the rest. 

The design is amazing! It needed a very minor amount of tweaking to make it perfect. I was so excited when I got the first drawing that booked the appointment months ago. 

Today I had my first sitting. 

Some parts hurt like a mother f$cker and some I didn't even feel. 

When they cut off the boobs I lost a lot of sensation in those areas of my chest but the center was crazy painful. 

Getting the color done will hurt too but..

It's already worth it. 

Once my tattoo artist, Aly was finished and I looked in the mirror I almost cried. 

For almost a year and a half all I've seen was scars. 

Today I saw beauty. 

A beautiful design created by one of the most beautiful and resilient poeple I have met in my life. 

I am blessed to call her friend and honored to wear her art. 

                                                You can follow She is Cheval on Instagram 

Boob Fat & Incompetence

When I had the mastectomy this summer there was boob fat left behind and my scars had become wrinkly. 

The boob fat was the worst of it. 

I don't mind being flat. Really, I truly don't care, but I was very self-conscious of the way my chest looked with those odd horizontal bumps. 

So, last week I had surgery scheduled to remove the last of the boob fat and smooth out the scars. 

The incisions on my chest don't hurt at all. I lost those nerves when they cut off the boobs but the plastic surgeon had to make incisions below my armpits to tighten the area and those do hurt!

It's nothing some Acetaminophen can't handle, but it is annoying. 

Prepping for the surgery was well, interesting. It was the usual nothing to eat aftermidnight but, I had to have a pre-surgery covid test. 

I booked an appointment online with CVS. 

Monday afternoon I arrived at the CVS drive thru window where they had a sign that said, "If you are here for a Covid test, please wear a mask." 

Oh good, so if I was there for, oh I don't know...a script for smallpox I didn't need a mask. Whew! 

Anyway...

I didn't have a mask with me because I never planned to leave the car. Per the instructions on my appointment confirmation I rolled up to the window with my ID and Health Insurance Card out. The girl at the window, who was still wearing the same dirty gloves that she'd been touching money with asked if I was there for a test. I replied yes, she freaked out screamed, "DO YOU HAVE A MASK?!" I explained that I did not and that I was only there because I was having surgery. She paused half a beat and asked if she could give me a mask. All while using her dirty gloves to reposition her own mask. 

I replied yes and she headed across the pharmacy to fine one. By the time she returned she'd touched her mask, with the same gross gloves, no less than six times. Using the same disgusting gloves she handed me a mask, which I put on but left at my chin (she never noticed) while I listened to her directions on how to stuff a q-tip up my nose. 

I completed the test, packed it in the bag she gave me and put it in the box that everyone else had touched. 

Yeah, that part made my skin crawl. You can bet I was using the hand sanitizer before rolling away. 

The next day I received a text from CVS saying they couldn't complete my test and gave me an 800# to call. 

I called and the woman who answered the call told me the same thing the text said followed by, you'll have to make a new appointment. 

When I asked why the test couldn't be done she replied, "I don't know."

Wait, what? 

"I got a text that said the test couldn't be completed and to call this number. If you can't tell me why and I need to go online to make another appointment, what the hell was the point of the text? Why did it say to call you? What EXACTLY was the point of this phone call?!" 

She took so long to reply that I thought she'd hung up. 

She checked my chart and there were no notes. 

I thanked her form wasting my time and hung up.

Later that night I got a voicemail from CVS stating that there had been a labeling issue. Ok, someone in the lab screwed up. I make mistakes too. I get it. At least now I had a reason. 

The following day I got a call from the Hospital saying that I needed to come in for a pre-surgery Covid test. (They'd previously told me that I had to take care of it myself, hence the CVS appointment.) So, I booked the appointment for the following morning. 

Wednesday morning I hopped in the 22 year old chevy that I'm still driving because the four year old Ford still is not running and drove to the hospital for yet another q-tip up the nose. 

On the way home CVS called again to tell me that there was not enough sample on the swab to test for covid and that I needed to make a new appointment. 

Oh for heaven's sake?! 

Does anyone know what they are doing? 

I swear if I was giving out medals for incompetence, between a pharmacy technician who has zero knowledge of cross-contamination and people who evidently don't know the difference between a label and a q-tip, CVS would win! 

By the way, I was negative and surgery went really well.