I spoke with the boys last night about the upcoming surgery. Neither of them really understood what was going on. So it was good that I had the opportunity to be alone with each of them for a few minutes. Boys being boys, the discussion didn't take too long, but I certainly didn't want to surprise them by coming home from the hospital with no breasts and have to say "Oops - didn't we tell you?".

We use a lot of humor to get used to the idea of me with no hair, and no boobs. Zman, knowing it would be good for me to gain a few more pounds so when I have reconstruction there is more for the docs to work with suggested that I stop drinking diet soda and move up to the real stuff. I jokingly said "Great! So I'll have no hair, no boobs and no teeth! Won't that be a site" He enjoyed the humor of it all - any chance to make fun of mom.