bearing, conduct or speech indicative of self-respect or
appreciation of the formality or gravity of an occasion or situation
a sign or token of respect
I don't have much dignity left after being subject to the medical horrors of body scans, X-rays, biopsies, surgeries, radiations, chemotherapy, and then being bald. But what little bit I have left, I would really like to hold on to. In the next 30 days I have to hop on a plane to travel and I'm not looking forward to the body pat down. See, I won't get a choice because I have a port. I will be probed once again and by someone who I don't have a relationship with nor with this person and I have any relationship after wards. I'm sure they will have little training and I'm sure it will hurt. My port hurts when I just bump it in the shower.
Rep. Sharon Cissna from Alaska knows exactly what I'm talking about. She opted for a 12 hour ferry ride from Seattle just so she wouldn't have to have a body search at Sea-Tac. I totally get it. I haven't even gone through it and I'm in tears already and I feel like I'm going to throw up. I don't like flying anyway and to add lemon juice to an open wound (yes that pun is intended) now they are going to pat me down like a criminal--all because I have a damn port in my chest!
What is so funny, is I'm not shy about showing off my port to those who want to see it. I just guess being forced to be patted down is something else altogether.
I hope I can pack my dignity in my carry on and pull it out once I land because right now I don't feel like I have any left.