Becky 2 Eventually I got my first (prosthetic) nose. I think (it was) about three months after the surgery. And I had to learn how to glue it on. Sometimes you did it more than once a day because oftentimes the nose would be coming off before I get out of the bathroom and (I’d) have to stop and do it all again. So often I was late for appointments because I either wouldn’t know where the nose was, I forgot where I left it ¬– because it isn’t attached to me. Or sometimes it had gone wrong with the way it was adhering to the skin So when the titanium studs and the abutments were put in, it meant that I didn’t have to glue my nose on anymore; I could just snap it on, which is what I have been so happy to (have) happen. I attribute my lifetime and energy due to fact that this discovery was discovered in the first place. They usually last about two years unless you do something silly like sit on them or crack them, which is what I did once when I had a cat and we were watching the hockey game and the cat wanted to sort of come up and see what was going on, so I moved over and sat on my nose and cracked it. They are so good at what they do (in the Craniofacial Prosthetics Unit at Sunnybrook) that most people don’t believe this is a prosthetic nose. For a long time I wore glasses as a sort of a bit of a disguise, but I don’t do that so much anymore. I think unless they're looking for something, I don’t think people see it. I think they listen to what you're saying, and if you're talking to them, they accept who you are, not what. (Without the prosthetic nose) I don’t think I would be talking today because I would imagine that I would have become so depressed and . . . I don’t know where I would be. I don’t want to go that road. I just think of how fortunate I was despite the fact that I've been fighting cancer this long, 50 years – 51 years this Christmas that I've been fighting cancer – and still beating it.