Are you the one who is having surgery, or your husband? I had my surgery June 25, 2003. My husband was scared to death for me. He was sure I was going to die. In fact, that was his first question to the doctor! Once he was assured that I would live, he warmed up to the idea pretty quick. He wanted to tell everyone, but I didn't want anyone to know. Now that it's been so long, and the weight loss is definitely noticable (almost 100 pounds), he brags about it to people. One thing though, he thinks I'm not eating enough. He tells me I need to finish my plate, because I haven't eaten enough. Maybe he thinks I'm starving my self, who knows! I tell him that I can only eat until I'm full, and that is it, but he says it weird to see me not eat everything. My husband has been very good about my surgery, until it's time to go shopping! His only real complaint thus far is, he says I've lost my boobs! My husband is a good man. I'm lucky to have him. Tonya