Category: Daughters

This Princess has Scars 


I have scars some have been the result of a terrible rare disease that nearly destroyed the right side of my face. I was only 11 years old when this disease without a name suddenly appeared. I was seen by so many top doctors and specialists in NYC and nobody could diagnose what was happening to me.

Running out of options my desperate parents were recommended to see one of most respected innovative Dermotologists name Norman Oreintriech . His client list included Elizabeth Taylor, Andy Wahol , Cary Grant and so many others.


Dr Oreintriech was intimadating when my mother took me to see him for a consultation when I was twelve. He took a look at my face and told my mom “I have    never took on such a young patient, but, I am willing to try to fix the damage done to her face because even though she has terrible scars I can see how beautiful she was and will we be again.” Then he added “Honestly, if I saw no potential and if she was below average looking, I would tell you to not waste your money and your time and just take her home.” I still remember how those words changed my life and how it to be given “HOPE.”

       Dr Norman Orientriech gave me my life back. He slowly filled up face with small monthly amounts of silicone every month. I waited for hours sometimes in his waiting room filled with well dressed very attractive NYC socialite types of women. When I finally saw the doctor he would take photos of my face and inject over 100 or so painful silicone injections into my right upper lip and lower cheek and chin area until the small vial containing the carefully measured monthly amount of silicone was empty.The whole routine took about 5 minutes.  He would barely say anything to me or my mom except “See you next month.”

I teenage years were taken away from me socially. I still had tons of girlfriends who were “True Friends” and never left my side while I was disfiqured. They treated me exactly the same although there lives were all about going to parties and having boyfriends. I wasn’t jealous, I listened to their stories and was happy for them. If somebody in school made fun of me or called me things like “Scarface” and one of my many popular friends were present they would defend me and verbally attack  these few immature mostly male bastards.

Over 100,000 dollars and over a 100 or so monthly trips to Dr. Norman Orientreich , my face was finally almost scar free. The scars I endured battleing this illness emotionally would still haunt me till this day.

I was 22 years old, engaged and well, okay quite beautiful the last time I saw Dr. Norman Orientriech. I was all grown up and Dr. Orientriech looked younger every time I saw him over the past 10 years. He was now developing skin care products for Nuetrogena and Clinique . That day we both decided that I didn’t need any more injections. His job was done and the promise he made my mom and me over 10 years prior came true.

Mr. Orientriech wished me well and hugged me tight and like always he was in a rush to see his next patient but I could see he had tears in his eyes.

That was over 30 years ago.

On this Father’s Day I want to dedicate this post to Dr. Orientriech a dedicated dermotologist who invented so many skin products and procedures years before other top doctors in his field. He is also a loving father. His son David and daughter Catherine are both Dermotologists have their practice in the same NYC office.

I saw David Orientriech a few weeks ago for some touch-up work on my face. He told me that his dad was now retired and 90 years old.

At the end of visit David Orientreich looked at me closely and said to me “I finally know who the girl in the photo still sitting on his father’s desk for so many years is!”

“It’s you!” The girl in the photo was me indeed. What a honor!

Happy Fathers Day Dr. Norman Orientriech ❤️

 

 

Today Is Rare Disease Day  2016 ….Daddy I Wish……

Daddy I Wish….originally posted on my blog You Are Already Beautiful Parry  Romberg Syndrome and Me My story by Cheryl Rick Klein 

I am sharing this very personal story to support #rarediseaseday and #NORD 

If you know someone suffering from a rare disease please reblog and share this post originally written in 2010 to #raiseawareness , #educate and #support others living with a #RareDisease 

  

It has beem 16 years since you left and yes daddy I am still fighting to survive and won’t give up. 
  

Dedicated with love to MANNY RICK my dad who died May 23, 2000

My father was the first to notice that something was very wrong with my face when a small cut by my chin didn’t heal. He wasted no time and took me to every medical expert to find out was was wrong.

He held my hand and told me that I was still beautiful and told me to remain strong. He told me he would never give up to make me well again.

He showed me what true beauty is. You won’t find it in any mirror.
My dad lost both his legs to complications having diabetes.

I told him what he told me so many years ago.

Be strong, you are a beautiful person.

And he was………

It was the day of my little sister’s wedding. I went over to my parent’s house

to get ready for the big event.

Suddenly, my mother, and my two sisters were gathering their gowns and were heading to the door. ” Where are you going ? I asked.”

We have to get to the temple early we are having our makeup done professionally. They didn’t make a appointment for me.

My face said it all. My dad who was watching the situation remarked “I told you it wasn’t right to not include Cheryl.”

I just stood speechless as they pushed past me and headed out the door.

I ran upstairs to my old room and cried. I didn’t understand why I was not included. I lost half my face to Parry romberg Syndrome and it took years of cosmetic procedures to erase the damage on the outside, however in that moment I knew nothing could erase the emotional scars I tried to hide from the world. 

Could my own family be so shallow and actually be jealous I became too pretty???

My father called me to come downstairs.

He had tears in his eyes when he saw me. He opened his arms and hugged me tight. We cried together in silence. 

Then he said the most beautiful words to me I will never forget.

” You don’t need a make-up artist you are so beautiful just the way you are.”

I loved my dad more than anyone in the world. He saw the pain I hid in a smile.

My father also was fighting for his life after he was diagnosed in his late 50’s with Diabetes.

Diabetes is also a auto-immune illness that ravaged my father’s body and eventually took both his legs. 

I told him the same words he told me years ago. “You will always be beautiful to me daddy.” I hugged him tight and he cried like a baby in my arms. 
Parry Romberg Syndrome became a official rare disease in 2001.

Sadly my dad never knew I was finally diagnosed, he died just one year before.
   
  

The Fur POM POM Mom

The Fur Pom Pom Mom 
       

        
This cute furry Pom Pom keychain is #trending as the must have #accessory of 2016. They come in every color and price range depending on the brand and if the fur is real or faux. My daughter bought me a hot pink fox fur Pom from Saks for Hanukah. She told me a Pom keychain makes it is so easy to find your keys in a large handbag. Sounds like a item I really needed because I have really big handbags. 
    I thought about Adrian, a former #RHOB , who always said , “The bigger the bag the smaller the tush.” 

    I totally fell in love with Adrian’s  #fashion logic! From that moment on I only have bought really large handbags! 

      I attached my keys to the hot pink Pom Pom and placed it in my handbag. That night I needed to get my asthma spray out of my bag and so I got out of bed in the dark half asleep and reached into my huge handbag and felt something furry and screamed! “There is a huge mouse in my bag.” I got my hand out of that bag so quickly and threw the bag across the bedroom. The bag landed upside down and the contents of my huge bag fell out and were now scattered all over my bedroom floor.

     The first thing I saw was that hot pink furry Pom that practically glowed in the dark. I found my “mouse.” Yes, I just had a very embarrassing blonde moment !!!!!! #LOL !!!!!!  

      Maybe I should get a furry Pom Pom hat ? Hmmmmmm
   

 
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Princess Spirit Week

  

I never knew what “spirit week” was before I moved to the south shore of Long Island but I soon found out when my older daughter entered high school. Last week my older daughter who is a senior taught her freshman sister how to rock Spirit Week. 

 Monday was the first day of Spirit Week and the theme was  “Pajama Day.” My daughter dressed up in a hooded “Care Bear” onesie. A few of her friends had the same idea. LOL!

 
Tuesday was renamed  “Tiki Tuesday.”  Everyone wore tropical type clothes that day. My daughter and her best friend dressed exactly the same. This is what she posted on Instagram. 
 
 On Wednesday the theme was “I Love the USA.” So as you could imagine everyone showed up wearing red white and blue outfits to show their patriotism. This is what my daughter wore and posted on Instagram. My daughter Nikki is the one in the red tutu!

  
 

 Thursday was “Costume Day” of course my daughter and her friends decided to dress up as Disney Princesses! My daughter was Sleeping Beauty ! No shock there because my daughter loves to sleep and take long naps after school .  

 
Okay not everyone wanted to be a princess as you can see in the photo above. 

 Friday was “homecoming Day” and the entire School dressed up wearing green “Cougar” teeshirts  which is their school mascot . 

 
Later that night I watched the “Cougars” football team win their homecoming game against a rival team. The homecoming King and Queen were crowned and the Cheerleaders didn’t stop cheering all night. 

 Every high school should have “Spirit Week.” Showing pride for your school is a beautiful thing!

My Princess Daughter Goes To Work

 

   A few months ago my 17 year old daughter Nikki came home and said “Guess what happened today?” Before I even had a chance to reply she burst out “I got a job mommy!”
     She totally caught me off guard considering the fact I had no idea she was even looking for one. She went on to tell me that she was in her favorite local boutique, Reign,where she frequently shopped and summoned up the courage to ask the owner if they were hiring. 

     The owner smiled and  asked her some basic questions about what grade she was in and her age. When my daughter informed her she was 17 and finishing up her Junior year in high school.  The owner then told her that she normally only hires college age girls that have some prior retail experience. Instead of taking her comments as a rejection, my daughter didn’t get intimidated and told the the owner that she loves fashion and was a quick learner. The owner was suddenly listening now! Nikki added that she lived minutes away from the store and had her own car to get there. Impressed by her attitude and determination looked Nikki up and down and commented “You certainly have the right look and style to work here.” Then she hired Nikki on the spot. 

     It wasn’t a easy transition for Nikki who suddenly had give up her after school naps and couldn’t hang out with her friends as often especially since she worked almost every weekend. She made some personal sacrifices but when she started to get weekly paychecks she had a new found sense of independence and I watched my little girl transform into a beautiful responsible young woman. 

    On my birthday she bought me a beautiful pair of Tori Burch sandels. I was so touched because I knew how many hours she worked to pay for them. I told her she shouldn’t have spent so much of her own money on a gift fot me but she dissagreed and said “Mommy, it’s the first time I bought you a present you deserve because I love you so much!” Of course I cried. 

     Nikki continued to work and she would come home with stories about customers who she helped find the “perfect” outfit to wear for a special ocassion or a college student who needed a whole new wardrobe. Nikki told me how she so good she felt  when she saw a customer smiling as they looked at themself  in the mirror in a outfit she helped them pick out. 

     That was about six months ago and my daughter still works there. It took very little time to prove to owner she made the right decision. Only about a month after she started working , the owner told her that although she was the youngest employee she ever hired and proved to be a valuable asset to her very busy boutique. She even was named “salesperson of the month” that affirmed  Nikki was doing a excellent job at Reign. 

      I also shop in this trendy store where I now even get a 20 percent discount! A perk of being Nikki’s mom. Lol. One day when I was in the store the owner pulled me aside and told me that Nikki was loved by her customers and the store staff. “I am adopting Nikki,” she joked.  “You can have her until she leaves in a year for college.” I jokingly repied.Then she said on a more seriously note “You should be so proud of yourself for raising a daughter that is so responsible, confident and respectful of others.” She added “These things can’t be taught at school.”

       As I left the store that day I thought to myself although me and husband certainly weren’t perfect parents we did a pretty good job raising our Nikki! 

       I am one proud mommy!

 

   Nikki and Me
    

The Princess Who Drank Too Much

  My older sister has had a long history with alcholism. I tried to help her with her problem but I simply couldn’t get through to her. She denied her problem and I continued in my late teens driving her to several bars the night after a major binge because she was so drunk the night before she didn’t remember where she left her car. At least she somehow got home safely and didn’t get behind the wheel. 

 
     It was only a matter of time before her luck would run out and it did.

      I owned a clothing boutigue in Roslyn and it grossed over a million dollars in sales the first year I opened the store at the young age of 23. Since my store was so successful my older sister left her teaching job and joined my staff. I was against the whole idea but had no choice since my mom was the president of my corporation. 

     It started out fine for the first few weeks. Then I noticed my sister was slurring her words when she spoke to customers every now and then.  The problem esculated and my manager Jody who worked with my sister on my days off and she told me that my sister was getting too out of control and the customers were starting to notice.

      One rainy night jody offered to drive my sister home because she was extemely drunk and could barely walk. Of course my sister told her she was fine and to mind her own business. 

       On the 2 mile ride to our house her car skidded and she hit a telephone pole. Me being newly married got the call from my frantic parents who told me to meet them at the hospital. The first things I saw when I found my sister’s room was that she had a bloody lip and to my horror was hancuffed to the hospital bed. My sister motioned me to come to her and whispered to me to take her handbag out of the room. 

    As I passed my father who was crying to the police officers who happened to know my family because our house alarm that was connected to the police station was always going off. He was begging them not to take her to jail that night after the plastic surgeon treated her lip. 

     My mom most of noticed how I was trying to pass the police holding my sister’s large handbag and she quickly joined me when I managed to sneak it out of the room. She followed me to the ladies room and we found in her bag a half full bottle of vodka which we opened and poured the rest down the drain. Then we saw a large trash can and tried to bury the huge bottle under hundreds of paper towels we pulled from the dispenser. 

      I felt like I was aiding a felon but family love was always unconditional in my life and me and my mom just had to take care of my sister even if meant hiding the evidence. 

       My father managed to save my sister from going to jail that night and took her home .  She had to appear in court a few days later and since it was her first offense they pleaded her case down to driving while impaired.

         I on the otherhand was so traumatized by the experience from that night on if I have more than obe drink I will not get behind the wheel. 

    Unfortunately my sister didn’t learn from that night and got 2 more DWI’s s and even lost her teaching license. 

     Do not drink and drive!!!!!!!!!! 
 

       

Beauty Queen

   
 
       It’s always nice to be called beautiful from a friend or family member. It’s a ego booster because most of us especially in our late teens and twenties has a thing or two about their image they see in the mirror.
        Most young women fixate on any tiny flaw they think they have. My daughter who is fourteen complains her hair is not long enough and an occassional zit will never go away. She thinks a little baby fat is ruining her life. My daughter who at age 14 can apply makeup like a professional makeup artist and can straighten her hair so perfectly , thanks to watching beauty video bloggers on YouTube , thinks like most teens that being beautiful on the outside is all people notice. She will learn this lesson just the way I did. 
I started to obsess on being beautiful when I got my first job in a posh North Shore Boutique. The lady who interviewed me immediately noticed my outgoing personality and hired me on the spot. The new boutique opened a few weeks later and I was a size 8 and felt obese because everyone else was a size 2 or 4. To make matters worse I had to wear the store’s clothing and barely nothing fit me. When I was working I also had to stare at my myself all day because the store’s walls were completely covered in mirrors. My confidence was at a all time low. 
A few weeks later my boyfriend who just transferred to Syracuse University sent me a letter telling me we should see other people. Of course I thought he wanted to breakup with me because I was not as beautiful as the girls on his campus. Thats when I took matters into my own hands and lost 30lbs just in a few months.
    Suddenly, I was getting attention and was being called “beautiful” by my co-workers and even complete strangers. It was a “high” I never experienced. 
    My boyfriend came home that Thankgiving and noticed immediately how much I changed. He asked me to go with him to a club to meet his Fraternity friends who I heard from a girlfriend were a bunch of spoiled popular assholes . My boyfriend obviously wanted to suddenly show off his till now invisible girlfriend. 
    The next night as soon as I entered the small popular hangout in the north shore town of Roslyn, I started getting looks from most of the guys. My boyfriend was so proud to introduce me to his Frat brothers who made comments to him like how did get such a hot girl like me. 
    My boyfriend was elated as we left the club and as we walked to the car he said to me “All my friends thought you are so beautiful and so do I.” Then he added as he was about to open the car door he said “I love you.” 
   He never uttered those three little words to me before. In fact , it was the first time any guy told me that he loved me. I suddenly felt my heart sink and held back my tears. It was at that moment I realized being called beautiful doesn’t mean anything if it comes from someone you don’t love. I broke up with him a week later. 
  I grew up that night and realized being called beautiful by somebody that loves me for who I am inside and out is the only person I will believe. 
   And a short while later I found “that” guy .