From left to right: Michael (the son), me, Ken (the husband), Jonathan (the other son), and Kylie (the other son’s girlfriend)

In my last three blog posts, I have been discussing all the hemming and hawing I did over the month of November about whether or not I should finish my breast reconstruction by getting my nipple.

By Thanksgiving, while others around me prayed for thankfulness for 25-pound turkeys, houses to live in, and other various blessings, I thanked the Lord for a husband that likes me just the way I am and has never once pressured me to get another nipple.

Thankfulness: it’s a good thing. Now, if we could just do something about that beard…