I went shopping again last night in my current favorite “store” the big green bin in my living room. I found a cream sweater and a t-shirt that fit right now and several other things that don’t fit yet but they are getting close. I have two sweaters now that I just love but I have to admit that they just don’t fit me anymore. One is so big that it looks like a child wearing her parent’s clothes almost. The other one isn’t quite that big yet but the sleeve haven’t gotten so long on me that it’s annoying. They don’t roll up either. I have a friend that I think can wear them so I will give them to her. If she can’t wear them I will donate them to a clothing exchange. This may sound strange to some but I want my clothes to go to another person who has had the surgery. It means more to me somehow.