No More Crumbs

Interesting what you learn when you are no longer working around 'generous sized' (my surgeons words, not mine) boobage! I can eat in bed or in the recliner and no crumbs get caught in my cleavage. Cool, right?

I am one of those who love to eat in front of the TV and catch up on my pre-recorded favorite shows that I can fast forward through a commercial. In fact, I seldom watch live TV anymore! It's awesome to pause, fast forward, back up and replay. . . . . . but I digress again.

I'm propped up here in bed with a ton of pillows. Pillows around me, under my knees, under my arms, propped on a wedge. I can eat and drink without reaching around the lumps that used to be in the way! Did you know it takes one month to heal for every hour you are under anesthesia? I'm trying to heal physically so I can get about the business of healing emotionally.

The gifts I've received have been not only thoughtful, but useful! I drink a lot of water and decaf tea. Having a glass that won't sweat and stay cold is pretty useful in my book! So today, I get THIS:

Meanwhile, although in a great deal of pain, I have a healthy appetite. . . . . . crappy cancer didn't steal that! And there's no cleavage for these crumbs to hide! There's a plus! Bring on the food!