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Visitors' Stories -- Mrs. R (page 3 of 4) After a few moments though, and kisses from both of them, I felt the pain. I have to admit, it was quite intense, and my throat was very, very, very sore. Bob (my husband) told me that they did do a lift on the left side, and that I should now be a 36C cup. I went in as a deflated 36A. I smiled, held his hand tighter, and then asked him…"Did you get to see them?" He smiled and said, "I tried, but I can get a pretty good idea." I asked him, "Do you like 'em?" He smiled again, then said, jokingly of course, "No, take 'em back. Let's get the doctor back here." I laughed but it really hurt to do so. Just then an intern came by and asked how I was doing. I tried to answer him, but couldn't, so Bob answered for me, telling him I was in a lot of pain and my throat was really hurting. He was so attentive and caring and loving. The intern brought back some crackers and a cup of water with a straw for me, but I couldn't eat the crackers, even after I'd had some water. I couldn't keep my eyes open either, but the intern kept telling me I had to wake up so I could go home. I tried, but could barely move. He walked away, then Bob said, "You gotta get up or he's gonna put you in a wheel chair and kick you out anyway." I giggled, painfully, and moaned that I was trying. Bob said, "If you can just try to sit up, I can do the rest." I did sit up, Jessica (our daughter) helped steady my back, and when I got my balance, she brought my things around to Bob's side and pulled the curtain closed. Bob dressed me, and when we got to the socks and shoes, the intern came by and opened the curtain. He saw Bob putting my socks onto my feet and said, "Oh how precious. This is your HUSBAND??" I nodded and smiled. He then said, "He's so sweet! You wouldn't believe how many women come through here and all their husbands do is drop them off at the door then pick them up there when they're done. For this surgery too!!" I patted Bob's arm and mumbled, "He's my sweetheart." That was a precious moment in our lives. I will always treasure that. Well, they wheeled me out to the doors, then Bob walked me to the car, which wasn't very far away. That night, I threw up after having water and meds, not able to swallow anything else, not even broth from the chicken soup. The retching really caused a lot of pain in my breasts and chest. I was in tears.
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