Great googley moogley. That poor girl was given a hard row to hoe. I am glad she feels she has an adult that is willing to accept her for who she is, on her terms, and not stuffed into a "proper box" of how a teenager
should be. It is a hard age.
My finger doesn't bother me much and I didn't have much trouble with it growing up. When I was made aware of how 'differet' it was, it was easy to keep my fingers curled under and hidden. I didn't have to reveal it unless I wanted to. It really isn't that noticeable at a quick glance and I don't wear nailpolish so it doesn't stand out.
My beautiful (reminds me of Mariah Carey) best friend lost her right eye to cancer when she was 14. They had to remove part of the orbital socket and her eyelid so she must wear a prosthetic patch that goes into the eye socket and covers the eyelid area from eyebrow to cheekbone. She is a hoot to drive with...no depth perception and my right leg gets a phantom brake workout when I ride shotgun with her.
My fave story of hers...
She was 8.5 months pregnant and we entered a jewelry store to have our rings cleaned and checked and the handsome clerk asked about her eye...Kim told him she got in a fight with her boyfriend and he stabbed her in the face. He looked shocked and horrified as he looked between her missing eye and swollen belly and asked "What is going to happen now?" and Kim told him with a big smile and a cheerful voice that they had made up and were getting married!
Oh, we laughed so hard when we left the store....
*sigh* I miss her. I need to give her a call, or fly back to CA for a visit. She rejuvenates me, she is so full of life.
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