I had my surgery the day after Thanksgiving, 2001. A few days following Christmas that year I was over my grandmother's for breakfast, along with the rest of my family. My mother said to my grandmother, "That's a lovely Christmas tree you have, Mom." My grandmother responded, "Yeah, but it's lost half its balls already." I replied, "You know grandma I have the same problem!"

My grandmother had no idea how to respond for a while until the rest of the house burst into laughter.

Contributed by Michael R. Pfarr