tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6383453925337578528.post3091618977332611817..comments2023-03-24T05:01:52.728-07:00Comments on I Had a Boob Once: My Happy PlaceAmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12877374630265639235noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6383453925337578528.post-11942638971902578502013-02-11T15:13:06.537-08:002013-02-11T15:13:06.537-08:00Kevin - this was funny AND deep/moving. wow. Now c...Kevin - this was funny AND deep/moving. wow. Now cut it out as you are not allowed to outdo me on my own blog (just kidding).<br />Here's to 1970's era dentistry! Thankfully both dental care AND medical care have improved greatly since then.<br />Amyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12877374630265639235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6383453925337578528.post-65608140396611912482013-02-11T11:03:47.096-08:002013-02-11T11:03:47.096-08:00I love this post. Not the least of which because i...I love this post. Not the least of which because it makes you, Amy, sound like Woody Allen as played by George Costanza. I can easily imagine your therapist starting to go to her own happy place when you brought up the possibility of getting skin cancer at the imaginary beach. <br /><br />And your description of 1970s-era dentistry is dead on. My own dentist growing up was about 110, and he would always refer to me using one of my two brother's names while he made notations in my (their?) chart. But then, in his defense, he did have the defeated air of a man who had long ago succumbed to the siren songs of incompetency <i>and</i> laziness, which meant that he never found anything wrong with my teeth (even though, as a child, I would often fall asleep at night with partially chewed caramels still stuck to my back molars). Plus, at the end of each appointment, he would give all of us McKenna kids our own giant Charleston Chew candy bar (which, from a dental hygiene perspective, was the equivalent of asking an unruly barfly to hit us square in the jaw with a well-thrown haymaker). <br /><br />But mostly I loved it because it touches upon something that seems to become more apparent to me the older I get. And that's the inherent difficulty of casting a blind eye toward the seemingly endless amounts of peril that exist in this world. Maybe it's just a natural part of aging process or one of the burdens we choose to accept once we decide to become parents, but the ever-present potential for tragedy often seems to cast a slight pall over the joys of everyday life. Or, sadly in your case Amy, drops its facade altogether and blindsides us with a dizzying, unexpected viciousness. <br /><br />I'm heartened that you were able to find your happy place. It led me to put more thought into my own.Kevin (formerly "Unknown")https://www.blogger.com/profile/13302903920401475738noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6383453925337578528.post-88941685380464269032013-02-10T10:30:00.165-08:002013-02-10T10:30:00.165-08:00Great blog, Missy. And I'm so glad you can ma...Great blog, Missy. And I'm so glad you can make fun of stuff. I can't wait til three months from now when I hope I get to hear you say saying anesthesia and everything else was "way easier than I expected." <br />Robinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09217934540000926776noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6383453925337578528.post-17358043435324310932013-02-09T09:12:17.979-08:002013-02-09T09:12:17.979-08:00238You have a talent for taking scary things and m...238You have a talent for taking scary things and making them relatable and funny. Thanks for sharing such a private scary thing and making others feel better while you're at it. You are a marvelous sister.And yes we are a family of scaredy cats...xxxxAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6383453925337578528.post-20457392592339248612013-02-09T08:41:33.754-08:002013-02-09T08:41:33.754-08:00Lauren, you just made my day by actually posting o...Lauren, you just made my day by actually posting on my blog! I was going to offer a $5.00 reward to the first person who commented. I haven't done bootcamp since what's his name left...but I hope to be in bootcamp shape by then! xoAmyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12877374630265639235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6383453925337578528.post-42491332819895378122013-02-09T08:26:06.374-08:002013-02-09T08:26:06.374-08:00So, so sad to hear you have cancer. (Just tell me...So, so sad to hear you have cancer. (Just tell me you are still doing bootcampt this summer.) But gotta say this entry made me laugh - outloud. And I admit iPhone vs Boob - I choose the iPhone any day. Feel better my friend.Laurenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16964261380290688598noreply@blogger.com