An explanation...

Why Foob? I had a double mastectomy, and at the time, the plastic surgeon put "expanders" under the muscles in my chest. Every 2-3 weeks, they were filled with more saline, in preparation for my reconstructive surgery. They were very full and hard. Uncomfortable. One time, one of my sons gave me a hug and then said "Your foobs are hard!" Hee, hee, hee! My kids have this endearing habit of combining words. So, "Foobs" are fake boobs. Which I will still have, even after the reconstruction.

Foob Babe - that would be me!
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Friday, June 12, 2009

Post Cancer Wishing

I have a good idea, but no money to make it happen!

I wish I had a personal trainer that would help my post-cancer body get back into shape. Someone who knows the limitations that the mastectomy put on my body. Someone who knows what having chemo does to a body. Someone who specializes in helping cancer patients recover. And after I recover, I think it would be a great idea to open a gym just for cancer survivors. That's my good idea. I wish I could help other people recover. Wish there was a money tree in my backyard! Wish, wish, wish...
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  1. I so agree ... money tree for the fitness instructor.

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