The procedure went fine. It was painful, but the doctor and nurses very understanding. I was so out of it. Afterwards I threw up water all over the sidewalk in broad daylight. Then I asked J to stop at the French Bakery for brioche. It’s all kind of a blur.

It feels like we had some closure. We rested for the day, and tonight went to get Mexican, complete with coconut margaritas 🙂 It’s time to move on. I will always love my first little nugget though.

Thank you for all of the kind words. It’s comforting knowing how much many of you understand this feeling, and I’m hopeful that the rest of you don’t have to ever experience it. Life doles out a fair amount of heartbreak in many forms, I just hope as the year goes on we can have more celebrations than condolences.