I had surgery on the 18th and have been counting down the days until my appointment on the 30th. Christmas day was the hardest when my favorite meats were being served. I struggled, and the thought of broth makes me sick. I have not been too emotional, but by the third trip to the grocery store where everything looked good (even the foods I don't like), I told my husband he was on his own in there. Hang in there. Only another day to go!