We Make Love

Thursday December 3, 1992

Up at 8:15, lazy. After breakfast, I call Mother and Cathy Murphy. Mother sounds good. We make plans to pick her up to bring her here for Christmas. Cathy and I have a good visit.

Frank returns from carving class and we make love. My idea. It's wonderful that I can still enjoy it so much. Frank still gets turned on even though I'm fat and have this tube coming out of my chest. It's so wonderful to lay together in our embrace.

It's 3:30 when I'm finally dressed and made up. I feel pretty good the rest of the day.

Mom hasn't mentioned too much about their sex life lately, and I assumed she just wasn't feeling up to it. I think it is incredibly tender and sweet that these two lovebirds are still able to do it without worrying about dislodging the tube from her chest. I'm pretty sure it would create a big distraction for me.

Recovering

Wednesday November 11, 1992

Slept pretty well considering. The pain in my chest is better. After we do the saline flush the connection is leaking. I panic. Frank is in Newbury Park. When he returns we attach a new tube and the leaking stops. I still have no energy but have my hair and makeup on by noon.

Oh for heaven's sake, Mom. You are recovering from surgery. Do you really need to fix your hair and put on makeup to lie in bed?