A Gift of Empowerment

With the holidays quickly approaching many of us are trying to find just the right gift for that special someone.  Maybe they have been experiencing medical mayhem or are caring for someone who is.  Maybe they need something that will not only show them how to navigate the medical maze of today’s healthcare system but provide them with laughter and spiritual peace.

It can be difficult to buy gifts this year with the challenges affecting our country today moving cargo shipments where they need to be.  Why not give them my book Surviving Medical Mayhem – Laughing When It hurts?  This book explores, educates and empowers the Christian reader to experience the many avenues that medical issues take us down through candid, tell it like it is medical parables.  It’s a prescription for healing with injections of humor for the soul that bring the reader from pressed to blessed.  It’s easy to order on my website at www.SurvivingMedicalMayhem.com.

And if you need a sample of what you’re giving that special someone; here is an excerpt from my book – Surviving Medical Mayhem – Laughing When It Hurts.


He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.

Psalm 147:3

One morning, the phone rang. I picked it up and heard, “I lost my nipple.”

No “Good morning.” No “Hello.”

It was my mother. She had just completed a series of operations that had reconstructed her breasts following a radical mastectomy. She now sported the breasts of a supermodel. Mine, at thirty-three, were sagging like weep­ing willow trees, where kids, monkeys, Tarzan, and Jane had hung on them. Hers were so perky I expected them to salute. There should be a law against mothers looking better than their daughters.

“Did you hear me?” my mother asked, bringing me back to the matter at hand…or at breast.

“What do you mean, you ‘lost your nipple’?” I asked incredulously. “It’s not like you can leave it somewhere.”

“It’s gone, I tell you. It just fell off.”

“How?” I asked, still not quite believing it. Can nipples just fall off?

“Well, I was taking my bath this morning and washing up, and the next thing I know, it’s sort of floating in the bathtub.”

“Wow.” I wasn’t sure how else to respond.

“Yup, just floating around,” my mom said as easily as “I am just floating in the Jacuzzi.”13

“So, what did you do?”

“I flushed it down the toilet.”

“You did what!? Shouldn’t we get it, pack it in ice and bring it back to the surgeon and maybe he can stitch it back on?”

“Well, it’s only a nipple, for heaven’s sake. I really don’t need it. I still have my breasts! Just thought I should let someone know. Bye.”

I stared at the receiver before hanging up. Then I realized life isn’t about being perfect. It’s about being in balance. It isn’t about being young but about being whole. It isn’t about feeling sorry for yourself; it’s about being able to move on in life. My mother felt that she could finally put her experi­ence with cancer behind her. And she had two new breasts to help her do it.

Surviving and Thriving

Life isn’t about being perfect. It’s about being in balance.  Nothing in life is perfect. Find joy in all things, however small or seem­ingly insignificant.


Father, God, help me remember where I have been and where I am today. Let me see the good that remains, even when something bad is happening. Thank You, Father, for giving me this second sight.

Thank you for reading my post.  If you have found it encouraging please consider liking, commenting or sharing it.  Feel free to even re-blog – may these words take flight!

I have additional insights I’d love to share with you found in the pages of my debut book: Surviving Medical Mayhem – Laughing When It Hurts.  To order a copy or learn more go to my website at www.lorettaschoen.com

Blessings for Health & Wellness.


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