First day home

She says that she came home with two new boobs. Now, this isn't exactly the truth. Well, not entirely. In reality she came home with only one boob, and a huge insicion that has been closed up with lots of neat and perfectly spaced staples. The two new boobs, are just little bubbles, little drain that collect all the junk that's oozing out of the wound while it heals. We all joke, but know that deep down, there is a serious undertone beneath our smiles.
It is good though, that she's home. It's better to be here, where things are familiar, and comfortable instead of the sterile white walls of a hospital that has that hospital smell.
It's hard sometimes though to figure out what to say about it all, hard to articulate feelings properly. Sometimes I don't know whether to cry or not, whether it's appropriate to laugh or not.
One feeling that I do know for sure about though is that I love my mom. She is so important to me, and such a strong influence and representation of a great woman, and I am grateful that she is strong enough to get through all this.. I know that she'll be able to.