Fancy Necklaces

After a while a person starts to feel almost not human when you are being examined all the time. To counter this I have vowed to wear a different necklace for each visit. That way when I am sitting there with nothing on from the waist up, I will have on a large, fancy necklace and I will hold my head up high and smile.

There was an issue with my skin not getting enough bloodflow. I had to go back in to Mayo and have them look at it. They ushered me into a small room with a chair that looks like a dentist's chair. I am instructed to sit down and open my gown, exposing my scarred chest. I leave on my lovely, fancy, pearl necklace and wait for the reaction.

In walks no less than 6-10 doctors and they form a semi circle around me. They immediately start in on my chest. They are all bent over examining me, pointing and poking my skin and talking amongst themselves in hushed tones. Nothing..Nada...Not one word to me. It's like I am not even there because not one of them has even looked me in the eye. They are just so focused on my damn chest and discussing if I am going to lose my skin or not. No one gets it! They certainly don't notice the necklace, much less me....LaJeanna Eckhoff. I am just patient number xxxxx.

Then, my surgeon walks in. The other doctors part and she bends down and looks me right in the eyes, smiles with a nod that I truly believe is an acknowledgement of the necklace. She then proceeds to ask me straight on how I am doing. Only then does she examine my chest.

THANK YOU!
THANK YOU!
THANK YOU!