Sometimes even normal?

Just the past few days, it has occurred to me that I am getting to the point that these "things" on my chest aren't making themselves known every minute of every day. Almost real and normal, like being able to go through the day not thinking about my bust at all.

It helps that the stabbing pains, the burning chafes, the achy twinges and the sharp pulling and pressure are lessening each day. The swelling is down, the stitches don't itch. I can actually "forget-about-it," at least in the mornings. Amazing. I can now see that there might be a time when these become part of me to the point where I don't have to think about which way to move, what I can or cannot do, where I don't feel "OW!" or anticipate an "OUCH!" That would be terrific and go a long way towards feeling whole again.

Our days are quiet here in the woods, but we're having some fun too. Lots of books and movies and music. A little bit of exercise too, with Echo to walk daily, and the treks up and down the stairs in our daily chores. I hope Mom doesn't find it too boring--I find it refreshingly peaceful and stress-less. Not a bad way to spend Christmas...Peace & Joy and all that.