In pediatrics they had a couple of "hospital bears", teddy bears who were "patients", I guess to keep the kids from feeling all alone. These bears had little johnnies, which fit me about as well as normal-sized johnnies fit normal-sized people. GregB had said, "at least they didn't try and make you wear one of those ridiculous gowns that tie in the back," but these didn't even tie, just had oversized snaps. By wearing two, one open in front and the other open in back, I was able to have a little bit of modesty.
Let me tell you what happened when my sister visited. Michelle is two and a half years younger than me. She's about 5'3", so she had been shorter than me, and so thin she almost looks anorexic, but it's natural for her. Aside from that and her lighter hair color we look enough alike that we are obviously sisters.
Michelle has a husband and has a nine-month old baby, but she came into my room alone. The story had already hit the news, so she knew what to expect, but it still must have been a bit of a shock. She came in, stared at me sitting in my bed. I knew her well enough to know what she was thinking.
"Okay," I said. "Go ahead and say it."
She said nothing for a long time. Then, as if plunging into an ice-cold pool, she blurted out, "I always wanted a little sister." She looked at me, to gauge my reaction. Relieved, she said, "okay, your turn."
"Congratulations, Michelle. Now your boobs are finally bigger than mine."
Yeah, we're sisters.