Wednesday, September 7, 2016

A Findlay Story

My Uncle Ron passed away today.
And a lot of stuff happened and I cried all the way home.

It had been 2 weeks to the day that my Mom talked to him, and he mentioned going in, because he'd been having some shortness of breath, and some dizziness.  He was going to hold out until Friday because he had an appointment at the doctor.  But Thursday night, about midnight, a friend of his wrote my Mom.  She was supposed to take him to the doc (dizziness + driving = Bad), but he had cancelled, telling her that he was a little wobbly on his feet, and he'd just call an ambulance.  And then she couldn't get a hold of him.  No answering phone, no responding to IMs.   She was freaking out.  And when they called the hospital, he wasn't there either.   They opted to wait until morning, and send the friend over in person.  As it turned out, at 8:30 the next morning, as she stood on his porch, his friend decided to call the ER one more time before breaking into his house.  As it just so happened, he had gone to bed, before calling for an ambulance to go to the ER.   He wanted a 'good night sleep' at home first.   Later, this became a sign to us that he suspected something wasn't right.  I think he waited to go in, because deep down he knew it was going to be a while before he got home.  A long while.  
Testing that first week revealed Advanced Bile Duct Cancer, with metastases; he had a grapefruit size tumor on his liver, and bubbly tumors in his lungs.  That first weekend they pulled 7 Liters of Liquid off his abdomen, which immediately made him feel better, but still super weak, and he a partial obstruction in his colon.  He was too weak to withstand Surgery or Chemo.   But at this advanced stage (Stage 4), those steps only prolong life, not cure.  So he chose Hospice.  A week after admission he was moved to hospice.  My mother came home right after they moved him.  She was home for one night, and then she and I turned around and went to Ohio together to be with him.  
He was my Godfather, my beloved Uncle, and I wanted to be there over Labor Day weekend.  Eric made the comment, I'd let you go if you could go by yourself.  So I did.  Well, I went with Mom.  We had no idea how long we'd be gone.  At least until Tuesday or Wednesday when we took off, because we had some business to conduct.  


This was the sunset our first evening.  
It was kind of beautiful.  
We were staked out at the Hilton Garden Inn in Findlay.  Uncle Richard is a Hilton frequent flyer and he hooked us up.  Our room was very nice, and the staff very kind to us.  Sure, it was because we were related to him.  But still, it felt good that all the staff recognized us and Mommy when we came in, they even gave Mom a care package... with wine and snacks!  Nice.  

Turns out Findlay is a Nice Town.  I had low expectations, partly because I knew it was a small town.  The intersection 'downtown' is called Main St. and Main Cross.  Wow.  Low Expecations.   But the hospital was nice.  The hospice section was very nice.  The staff was attentive, and very kind.  I think I liked it best that the place didn't smell.  I've worked in hospital, been in them a lot.   And this place didn't smell like a hospital.  They had a family room, with tv, beverages, the coffee was constant.   It was Nice.  And that made me feel better.   I knew my Uncle was being well taken care of when we weren't there.  And that made it possible for us to get a lot done.  


The 'New House'.  
Uncle Ron had moved to Findlay 38 years ago, when he got Transferred there with Marathon.  I remember playing in the backyard at his old house, in IL, but I'd never been to this house. He always made a point to come to us. I knew he loved it, took excellent care of his yard. His flower bulbs were constantly a joy and sign of season changing.  He was on top of leaf removal every fall. And his neighbors were his closest friends.  My other uncle called them nosy.  But considering as family we had never been invited over, his neighbors were the ones that were there.  They leapt in with offers of getting mail, and taking care of the lawn.  They wanted desperately to come see him.  But he declared he didn't want visitors.  I think that hurt them.   It was so surprising, the whole thing was happening so fast.  
Meanwhile, we had some paperwork to rustle up for the lawyers, so Mom and I went over to Uncle Ron's house the first day.   I'd never been there, as I said.  And I loved it.  The trees were so tall.  No wonder he felt like this was an oasis.  It wasn't very kid friendly.  No wonder my brood of insanity was never invited. 


This antenna.  
It's a 30 foot tall radio antenna.  
My Uncle built it!  
He is/was a ham radio operator, having built his first ham radio in high school.  He had a wall of cards from his contacts in the basement.   He had a spare bedroom full of ham radio equipment.  It was amazing to behold.  He was a handy man of many talents.  And the fact, he built this was mind boggling.  He 


This is my Great Grandmother's Radio.  
One of these hundred year old antique jobbies
Awesome.  
Oh, and I should mention it still works.  
Of course it did.  I should have known.   He fixed it up to work.  He even told Mom he's got extra bulbs for it in the closet.  Of course he does.  
The man could fix anything.  
When my car died when he went camping, he pulled all the tools to fix it out of his minivan. 
It prompted the new camping game, "What's in Ron's Car?"
He had everything.  


He saved everything.  
There were files for every email, he'd print them off and file them, filed by year, filed by person. This organization of this man was Impressive.  I could believe it.  He saved everything.  The important stuff.  I found cards from ages ago, with pictures of Lisa and I.   This is 1981.  I was in 1st grade, and Lisa in Preschool.  She was a thumbsucker, but would pick at scabs with her index finger, but only in the circle of influence within her thumb in her mouth.  She had scabs until like 2nd grade. I was cute though.  I still have that dress.  It's currently being worn by my Hattie Furskin doll.  I was in a commercial back in 1981, for the Indianapolis Public Library on like Channel 4.  The guy making the commercial knew Daddy and was lamenting how tough it was to find a cute 6 year old.  Daddy knew one. ;)  So I wore that dress.  It was on TV.  But this was back in the day before VCRs.  I have one friend with a copy of that commercial, they'd recorded it on Laserdisk!  I think she still has it.  But I was cute.  I seriously felt like I was stepping back in time in his home.  There was some awesome 80s, but also vintage classic 70s awesome.  Shag carpet in the office.  Baby blue toilets.  Vintage Awesomeness.  If I could pick up this house and plop it in Indy I'd bring it all home. 


This was 'The Mess'. 
He apologized to Mommy, I'm sorry for the mess. 
He apparently used to do bills at the dining room table.   
There were 3 dishes in the sink.  I had to laugh.  You should see my living room right now.  



The Mess. 
Ha.  I loved how nicely organized his closets were.  Not stuffed to the gills.
So Organized! And the color coordination! Blue had to be his favorite color.  
Blue was everywhere!


His closet.   He didn't have every square inch of rack covered.  
There was a ton of space.  
We even found his Scout Shirt.  I had to take a picture.  


All the flannels.  Man, I loved this sight.  
This was what finally brought me to tears as we were picking things out.  
He had his Original Teddy Bear from when he was a kid.  
He had Grandpa's old hat from Germany, and a box full of film negatives.  
He saved everything, especially the important stuff. I have stuff like that saved at my house too.

This made Mommy and I just stand there and cry.  


This is his backyard.   
Does this give you a better perspective of the Awesomeness of The Antenna?!
Nice looking backyard too, huh?


My Uncle didn't have a will planned out.  
So they had to ask him his Wishes.  He told us he wanted to be at Van Horn Cemetery, or Cremated and Sprinkled in Greers Ferry, Arkansas, where he used to camp with Uncle Rick.  Sounds pretty heavenly to me.   We went to check out Van Horn Cemetery, to check it out for ourselves.  Uncle Ron was a Rural Route Post Office man for a decade or two, as a second career, after Marathon unceremoniously dropped him after almost 30 years of service.  They dumped him so they could save $ by not maxing out his pension.  A$$hats.  Anyway, he knew a number of mailmen buried out here.  It was about 20 minutes outside of town, in the country.  Back there by the trees is the river.  His first Rural Route delivered out here, and he got teary talking about it.  I can see why.  It was Beautiful.  


Meanwhile, this small country Cemetery, was the home to the body of Tell Taylor. 
Who's Tell Taylor you ask? 
Tell Taylor wrote Down by the Old Mill Stream.  And he lived in Findlay.  
The Taylor family has a strip in the Van Horn Cemetery.  And Tell Taylor's grave has the chorus engraved on the stone.  I imagine Uncle Ron would've loved this.  He loved some old classic music.  After all, he played Trombone in the Pitman Band.  "Boys Band"-The Music Man was his favorite musical.  He quote it all the time.  


We went back to his house to find more paper, do a bit of laundry.  
I decided Lisa needed this gold chair.  Our parents used to have a gold chair way back in the day.  So long ago, as we tell the kids that Nana and Opa were married... to eachother!  Lisa loves all that vintage awesomeness.   This was Ron's den, where he'd apparently been sleeping for a couple weeks, on account of not feeling well.  It was pretty dusty upstairs.  


I love that Uncle Ron's car had his ham radio handle as his license plate. 
<3


Mom and Uncle Richard weren't feeling well.  Eating healthy on the road is hard. The stress was weakening their immune systems.  Uncle Richard got sick last week, and Ma got hit as soon as we got home today.  She was starting to feel it a bit yesterday.  So we hit Denny's for dinner last night in favor of their chicken noodle soup.  They were craving it.  There was only enough for one bowl.  So they shared.  Aww, isn't that cute?!


Before I hit the road today, I snapped a few shots of his home before we headed out, as he had it.  


Uncle Ron's office.  Now this was a bit of a mess.  But, I loved the global wallpaper, the gold shag carpet, and it was evident he was trying to get it all organized.   Cool.  


Love this blue carpet.  The formal living room.  I don't think he hung out here as much, but it was where the stereo was, with all his classic music.  


This felt like coming back to my own living room when my parents lived together in early 80s, or my grandparents.  I wished I'd been able to come here more often, or for a better occasion than this.  


So Today.  

This is my last picture of Uncle Ron, as I held his hand.  

The Hospice  called us this morning at 6:30 am to tell his his BP was low, and he wasn't swallowing anymore.  He'd really stopped communicating yesterday.  Monday night, he told us, we could Go, that he wasn't really going to get better.  We only visited once on Tuesday, he wasn't talking.   But he'd wake to look at us, and I gave him a sip of water, he wasn't really sipping, he didn't have strong enough suction.  Ice was good too.  And the staff was on it, giving some ice every time they popped in. My Mom and Uncle didn't want to run down to the hospital from the hotel after that call.  But one of the items on our list for the day was to clear his room of things we wanted to keep.  I didn't figure they'd be any more inclined to go after he was gone.   And he was going.  So I went down. 

It was nice to be there.  I told him all the cliches, to let him know it was all ok.  Go to the Light.  He'd done well.  I told him we had gotten everything done, and that is was OK.  (That was only mostly true, as it turned out.)  He'd been so well organized he made it pretty easy for us, all things considered.  But I hung out with him a while, and the staff kept coming in to check on him.  I knew he wasn't going to be alone if I left. So I left.  It seems like my Family members don't want to die with the family around.  Uncle Bob died after Mom and Dick went home to nap.  Aunt Debbie died when we took Robbie on a sandwich run.  Grandma passed in her sleep.  

Uncle Ron passed away less than an hour after I left.  I'd driven from the hospital to meet up with Mom and Uncle Dick having breakfast.  When we got back upstairs after breakfast, we got The Call.

So we finished our last couple things, had lunch at Ron's house, we didn't want to leave laundry half done, and came home.  I needed to be home with my Love Bugs.   Hugging Sweetboys makes everything else better.  





Friday, September 2, 2016

U Ro

My Uncle Ron is dying.  He's my Godfather.  He's never married, so he really just has us.  He's always been quiet, private, kind of geeky, you know, the kind of guy I love.  And now he's in Ohio, he went into the ER last weekend.  This week they learned that he had bile duct cancer, with secondary mets on his liver and lungs.  He is weak, putting on fluid, and too weak to take any of the treatments.  He moved to hospice today.   He's in Ohio and I'm here.  I've decided to travel to Ohio with my Mom tomorrow.   She's been there all week, but she came back today, to get more clothes, oils, and meds.  And we'll go back together tomorrow.   I'm very Thankful to Eric for making this possible.   He may be calling for Reinforcements depending on how long I'm gone.


Uncle Ron as a baby in 1947 with my Opa, my Great-grandfather.  
I think he would be turning 70 this coming December.  


Uncle Ron and Uncle Rick, Thanksgiving 2004


When my Grandfather passed away in March, 2003, my cousin Daniel was 4 months old.  I was 28.
There's some age difference for you!  But how cute are they!  For a guy that never married, and never had kids, he always did remarkably well around them.  Granted, with my three, it takes a special soul not to get overwhelmed with the noise and the crazy.  

But he liked going camping.  Wide open spaces are good for all that noise and crazy.  

Uncle Ron loved to Camp. 
For a while, he'd go twice a year, once down to Greer's Ferry, Arkansas for ManCamp.  There was no hot water... barely holes in the ground for toilets.  Clearly, you can see why I never went.  

So we started FamCamp.  We'd go to a bit more modern a campground, bring the kids, more appropriate for a co-ed sort of crew.   We loved camping before kids, but it got trickier after.  It's been a little harder for us to pull together camping trips.  But when we did, they were fun.  
Much fun was always had by all.  


This was the first year we camped with Christopher.  He was almost 2.  
What a cutie!  His "Unc" showed him how things were done.


Our crew at Fam Camp 2007


Camping trip in 2010
Chris was 4, and Sam was 1.  
They got a Huge Kick out of their Uncs! 


Look how tiny the kids were!  
Eric didn't make that trip.  He was building a house.  
It was fun, but exhausting.   


We got to see my Uncles both at my cousin Robbie's wedding last summer.  
Uncle Bob passed last Halloween.  
Now we're losing Uncle Ron. 


I am Blessed that we did get to go Fam Camping with him last fall. 
Actually it was a year ago this past week, we took a weekend and popped down to Lake Patoka.  
 

I need to go to Ohio.  Mom and I are heading out in the morning.  
Prayers would be appreciated.  



Thursday, September 1, 2016

Firsts

It's the first day of a new month, and I have a lot of great ideas for this month.  Last month, I created an Oily Group of friends and we drank water, 1/2 our weight in ounces per day.  Considering the month I had, the fact that I stuck with it for most of the month was huge. I think it's helped my recovery significantly.
Yesterday, I went to the doctor a checkup.  They took a look at my wounds. This is where it gets a little graphic.    Most of my stitching is closed up, dry, a little scabby still in a couple places, but mostly looks good. There's a seam where three points meet on each side, and it wasn't looking good in my mind.  It wasn't bloody or smelly, just moist, and had the potential to worsen.  I've been putting Neosporin on it, and covering it with Chris's old feeding tube gauzies.  (HA!  Handy to have all these supplies around the house.)   And I've been using Essential Oils everywhere else that's sealed up.
The nurse told me it looked ok, that just happens sometimes when the body wants to break down the dissolvable stitches, and can't so much like a splinter it gets distracted trying to push it out, which is counter productive to healing up the wound.  So she gave me this insulation stuff, to put in there and cover with a gauzy.  The insulation stuff gets gooey when wet and kind of seals up the wound.   I am supposed to change that every 24 hours. So I am!  
I probably will not be changing sizes much more at this point.  There is still some swelling, but we're pretty well established.  I can Go Shopping!   I still can't swim or take a hot bath (Darn!) especially while the wounds are open.   But I am excited about the opportunity to buy a cheap crappy bra at Walmart, or hit the summer ending sales on swimwear.  That sounds like a lot of fun.
She also said I could sleep on my side again! That was another biggie.  Because I was out of my happy drugs.  I wanted either the ok to sleep on my side, or New Drugs.  Because I was out of the neurotin, and if I broke out the narcotics, they were only good at keeping me sleeping on my back for 4 hours.   I wondered if it was ok to use my Sleep Essence, my Oily sleep supplement.  She gave me the ok to restart that too!  Hot dog!  


The nurse also said I could sleep with no bra.   
She lied. 
I did not sleep with no bra.  I tried.  I tossed and turned uncomfortably for 2 1/2 hours.   I hadn't taken any drugs, just used oils, and it wasn't quite cutting it.  So I put my bra back on at 2 am, and slept much better after that.  That was helpful. This pic is me in jammies with no bra.   My boobs are not hanging by my belly button, and my nightshirts look downright cute.   I am kind of enjoying putting all my old clothes on  and seeing how they fit.   Still, I didn't sleep well.  I found enough energy (in the form of coffee) to get moving for a big day today though!


Mommy's first big adventure outside the house.  
We went Apple Picking with Jacob's Preschool!  

Jacob's favorite part was picking one and being able to eat it right away.  
He picked one, and would've been perfectly content to go home.  
Jacob hadn't been Apple Picking in a while, since the last time we went with Sam 2 years ago.
And he wasn't an active picker then.  So I had to break him in. 


Yes, I corrupted him. 
I taught him how to climb a tiny tree.  
Though I can't lift him, I can spot him.  So I helped spot him right up into this great gala tree.  
He climbed to where his head was almost a smidge taller than me.  
And he giggled with pride.  


Me and my Big Boy! 


This was our selfie from inside the apple tree. <3

That was Plenty of Adventure for me for a while. 
I sat on a bench while he played, and we shared an apple cider slushie.  
I was a little bummed I didn't pick enough apples to make sauce.   But realistically, I'm still recovering.  I can't do it all.  And Canning would've been too much.  It was enough to just play with a sweetboy on a Beautiful day.  It was in the 70s, it had cooled off enough for us to enjoy the weather.  I think because it wasn't too hot and gross I was able to enjoy myself more.  


Check me out.  
I walked a mile.  And drank 1/2 my weight in water.  Grr! 
And I did so, as a member of the 21st Century, listening to the Hamilton Soundtrack on my phone. 
Do you know Alexander Hamilton? 
It rocks.  

And I broke a sweat.  Sweating is a new experience with my new bosom.  I don't automatically get a heat rash every time I break a sweat.   The feeling was just different.  A little over half way around my scars started to sting, so I knew I was definitely pushing my limits to go all the way around the block to home, for the full mile.  I came home, slathered up in Oils, and then ran out to a PSG meeting, and Book Club.  


Then I got to go to Book Club with the gals, and got my First Pumpkin Spice latte of the season. 
I appreciate my friend A taking this pic of me.  I'm still a little self concious of my bosom.   
But as you can see, I still naturally put my arms in front of my boobs to hide them.  I didn't realize I even did this.   But I do.  I even still do, especially when the kids want a hug.  I gotta protect this region, it's still all pretty tender.  I love hugs, but I have to hug side saddle.  
I can't wait to let my arms go do their thing.  I just want to be a little smaller, and get things all healthy for a more complete picture.  That's why I'll be working harder this month at moving.  But I don't want to over do it. I got the ok to walk, just not jostle, so no running... Yet.   

Monday, August 29, 2016

Time to blog some more.. I think


OK, so the last few days have been quiet.  Jake and I don't do much.  
Princess has taken over my upstairs recovery couch as her own.  That's ok.  
I have just enough strength to do stairs and chill.  At least I have the energy to blog. ;) 

Wednesday my friend Kathleen came over.  
She brought Cuteness to distract us.  The lovely 2 month old Alexis Jane, our friend Bohl's new baby. I got my baby fix, and she was kind enough not to go for my chest, or hurt me.  I appreciated that. 
She makes my uterus flip for another one.  But alas, no.  The Shop is Closed!  


Jacob is best friend with Alexis' big brother John, aka John John.   They played hard.  
And it was good.  He needed that sort of exhaustion.  


However, in the afternoon, after we had been napping, a nasty storm rolled in. 
I had to wake Jacob to take him downstairs.  He was not happy.  


This was the view from the front porch!   
The kids got held up at school, our teachers held on to the kids through the tornado warning alarms and delayed release.   Very smart.  That sky was nasty.  


video

I thought I'd be all awesome and go out and snap some video.  Instead I got the snot scared out of me, as lightning struck the lot next door.   I nearly dropped the phone and a load in my pants.  Blessedly, neither really occurred.

But I am venturing out.  Not far.  But I am venturing out.  


Pho kin A!


You know I don't usually talk like that.  But in this case, it was warranted.  
My Seestor came down to help take care of me on Friday.  She'd been sick the last week or so, and I had to keep her away too.  She had finally recovered enough to come down and see me.  She started some laundry, did some dishes, and brought sandwich makin's though then decided we needed to go out to lunch.  We decided to try a place called Pho 36, a Vietnamese place out in Avon.  I'd never eaten Vietamese.  And neither had Li.  So clearly we needed to remedy this.   Plus, soup sounded good.  But this is more than just 'soup'.  It's an experience.   We got huge heaping bowls of noodle soup with all kinds of beefy goodness added, and veggies to add to spice and flavor to our desire.  So Yummy.   I can't wait to go back, with Eric. 




Monday, August 22, 2016

Stripping down

I removed my own steristrips today.  They were starting to peel last week, so while Grandma took Jake to Kindermusik (that's way more lifting and bouncing than I'm allowed to do) I opted to shower.  Before I did so, though, I noticed that my strips were starting to peel off.  One fell off in my hand.  And they'd been driving me nuts with the itching, so I just pulled them off.

Are you a Peeler?   In my family, when we'd get sunburned, we'd sit and peel the peels off each other.  It sounds kind of weird.  But when your back  is all itchy and the skin is peeling, it's so comforting to have someone who loves you like a sister who will sit and pull the big flakes off of you.  Anyway, we're pickers and peelers.  And frankly, it's been really difficult for me to be a compliant patient.  I haven't taken any hot baths.  I'm sleeping on my back.  It's taking me a lot of drugs to do so... but at least I'm only taking them at night.   And I haven't even been using my Oils on the open wounds, just everywhere else.

See?!  Compliance.

Meanwhile, here's what I've been doing.  


Not much. 

This past weekend, my mother in law took the boys Friday night into Saturday night.  Eric was gone overnight to Serve on Team for the Via de Cristo.   Good for him!   But the timing was a little iffy.   I was thankful Mom took the boys for a slumber party.  Friday night was Quiet.  But not any more unusual than any other evening.  Eric usually takes the boys upstairs... and I don't see them.  The goodbyes were just earlier.  


I got caught up on my temperature blanket.  Yippee.  I know how to get crazy.   


A quiet cup of coffee just for me. 

The weirdest thing was Saturday morning.  I slept until 9:30!  
And I'd gone to bed about 11.  That's like almost 11 hours of sleep for me.  Drugged.  So pretty uninterrupted.  And no one hopped into bed.  I can't remember the last time I slept until I naturally woke up in my own home, alone.  It was weird.  But nice.  I see why Eric does productive things when I take the boys out of town.  The mornings in a big quiet house are disconcerting.   There was no one around to bug me while I had my coffee.  It was nice and weird all at the same time.   I didn't make a proper breakfast, Eric usually makes it for me.  But he had apparently programmed the coffee maker before leaving yesterday, because the pot was still warm when I got home.  How sweet! 

But it didn't stay that way for long.  The boys got home just in time for naptime.  I was grateful that Chris did his flush, Sam hung out quietly in the basement.  And Jake napped with me.  Grandma and Aunt Teri had Worn Him Out!    


Then Eric came home with just enough time to spare to grab Sam and head to my Dad's house.  
They had been gifted with the opportunity to go to a Colts Game with my Dad and Stepmom.   It was Sam's first Game.  He did Wonderfully, and had a great time!
Jake, Chris, and I stayed home, drove thru McDonald's for Cheeseburgers, and then ate in front of watching The Last Unicorn.   "Shmendrick is With You!"




My big accomplishment for today... I drove with Jacob. 
I wanted an Arby's Brown Sugar Bacon BLT.  So I drove and got one.  
That was an accomplishment.  And that was enough.  

Still quietly recovering.... slowly, but surely. 
   

Thursday, August 18, 2016

Post op 1 week!

It's been a Week since my surgery.  I've been pretty gorked out for most of that time.  I consider my husband a lucky man, since I only made him take two days off.  I've been also Blessed this week that people have been bringing us food.   Last night, a friend forgot, and he turned around and ordered pizza, then brought us the pulled pork he promised last night, again for tonight.  We'll be good for a few days now.  I'm so Thankful that people have been bringing food.  Although I've gotten a bit further away from Eric having to do everything for me, he still needs to be my Gopher sometimes.  He writes down all the times and dosages for my drugs, though I've been getting away from taking the hearty narcotics by day.  The neurotin seems to be enough.  It makes me sleep and relaxed, but not as stupid.  I can be home with Jacob that way.  My Dad brought Jacob home from school today for me.  So I just rested.  I'd planned on napping. But I also missed having an afternoon nap yesterday by napping too long in the morning.  It's pretty exciting that although I just rested, I didn't sleep, so that I could nap with Jacob.   He and I nap good.  If napping was an Olympic sport, I'd be a medalist.


 Princess was by my side.  


Isn't she the sweetest.   
She is such a good girl.  She steals my pillow that is supposed to be supporting my arm. 
I don't mind so much.  


She's ready for her Close-up!
Prinny has been doing a great job of keeping me company, and just staying close. 
She's a good comfort, and a cuddlebug. 

OK, since it's been a week, here's something for all four of you following to get a big kick out of:

Before/After shots



Yes, I wore the same clothing, for a better comparison.
OK, I gotta say, I am pretty impressed at how perky I am now.  I love that my bosom is now up above my elbows, that's a new development.  Ha ha!  I could make boob jokes all day!