Well my husband has a lot on his plate right now. I personally think
he is handling everything pretty well. He is dealing with his mom who
is I believe going to be 98 in June's second hip break and surgery.

He spent the night with her last night, and I guess she had blood given
to her. And he wasn't to happy I don't think about that. But knows
there isn't a thing that could be done.

But she is fiesty and kept telling them no pain meds, luckily they gave
it anyway. And just didn't tell her.

He decided this morning to tell me. That it didn't matter if I had breast
or not. He wasn't leaving me. I told him that (heehee) it was him not
me that the breast really mattered too. So if they were gone I didn't
care.

Which as of right now, is honestly the truth. I don't care about them.
THey are a pain in the butt for me. And I personally am considering a double
because the other side, is being watched all the time. Not sure what the surgeon would say to that though.

So probably just the one. But dont want to return to have the other one.

Anyway. Thats how I see it. I think life is okay.

Donna