Sincerely – John and Cathy Phillips
We made a donation to the Moffitt foundation in your honor.
Mrs L Smith
On August 2, 2012, patient William Bruckner expressed his grateful appreciation to Dr. Mosiello in a very unique and “high flying” tribute!
– JL, Tampa, FL
–EL, Tampa, FL
– SJH, Ocala, FL
– NT, Land O Lakes, FL
– RP, Indialantic, FL
-AN, via email
– NC, Vero Beach, FL
– MB, Tampa, FL
– AN, Tampa, FL
– VS, Wesley Chapel, FL
–CW, Tampa, FL
In Loving Gratitude to Dr. Gerard Mosiello, By Trisha Phillips
A woman’s value comes from her heart; Compassion, gentleness, and grace
So many are easily misled; Let’s refresh and allow for a new start.
For the essence of her resides in the soul; Oh what a shame-society
To place unrealistic expectations; That from her body it should bellow.
I, too, was once captive by that notion; Unaware and oblivious to what waited inside
A lurking gene with a master key; That would unlock a tidal wave of emotion.
Like an angry storm it was outraged; What did I believe was the best of me?
Caught between ideology and reality; Without breasts-could femininity be center stage?
In an air of tranquil meditation; The answer emerged from the depths
Yes! I could be and so much more; I would have courage and determination!
Then like the promise of dew at daybreak; enter a skilled craftsman- Dr. Mosiello
Quiet in demeanor, gifted in trade; He picked up this torch for our sake.
With framed glasses and a quirky smile; He confidently glided through the door
For my inner passion he wasn’t ready; To take a liking to me- it didn’t take but a while.
In my pink pajamas and drains, And sporting the occasional tiara
My essence permeated the room; Perhaps quite possibly he thought I was insane.
Nonetheless as time went rapidly by; He gingerly put together what
Nature had taken away; Only the physical-right indeed- society had lied.
I felt a comfort in his care; And a peace with his staff
Visits were a pleasure; Moffitt? I forgot I was there.
My spirit is my gift; and my attitude a choice.
Dr. M is the best and I appreciate him giving me a lift!
Written for Dr. Mosiello from MMV. I will always be grateful!
Where once Daffodils had grown toward the afternoon sun’
Only weeds and trash remained choking the beauty and life from the once happy garden.
The gardener, standing at the open gate, surveyed the damage and though
Everyone else saw tragedy, he imagined the future.
He carefully placed his gloves on his skillful hands and began to work;
pulling, placing, tending and nurturing the broken and lost garden.
Will you create me as I was before? the garden asked in a nostalgic voice.
The gardener sighed heavily and replied “Before is in the past, I can only mold from the future, trust in my vision.” Time passes and heals old wounds just as winter turns into spring. The gardener once again stands at the open gate and surveys his work. The garden finally able to greet the sun notices the changes to her form. “The work of your hands has returned to me my dignity and beauty, thank you”
She joyfully cries. The gardener smiles and closes the gate. “Where are you going?” the garden asks.
“You are dancing once again in the light of the day, I must find another rosebush or sunflower who does not see their own beauty, and help them dream a new beginning.”