I hate helpless. Hand surgery left me dependent on the kindness of others. My family can’t wait for me to be doing all the things I did before--feeding cats, zipping my own pants. My husband said it had been so long since he hooked and unhooked a bra that he didn't know what to do when he got it off me. I told him he could stand there in awe or help my put on pajamas. He helped me with the pajamas. There is nothing awe inspiring about these ta-tas any more.