Not often do I have moments of pure sadness and self pity, but I did today. If all goes well, insurance will okay the surgery. That I am happy about. Then came the self pity moment. I wished that I had my mom...and a way better relationship than when she was alive. I not only have to figure out when to do it, but who can realistically help me...with me and the dogs. In a perfect world, I would have had a better relationship with Carol Ann, she would still be alive, and she would fly out to take care of me. It's moments like this that I realize how truly single I really am. It passes and I am fine, strong, and independent. It's just those small, fleeting moments....If only...