Bonnie: I hope my exercising doesn't bother you.
Dorothy: No. Not at all. What is it? Some kind of therapy you have to do?
Bonnie: No, I just like to stay healthy.
Dorothy: I hate to break this to you, Bonnie, you're in a hospital. The exercises aren't working.
Bonnie: Surgery today, huh?
Dorothy: Yeah. And I might as well warn you, I am not the best patient in the whole world.
Bonnie: I can put up with you for one night. Then tomorrow, it is my turn in the operating room.
Dorothy: You're having surgery too?
Bonnie: Yeah.
Dorothy: And you're smiling?
Bonnie: I've had this procedure before. The first time, I was as nervous as you are. This time I know what to expect.
Dorothy: You're having the same operation again? Don't they get it right around here the first time?
Bonnie: Oh, no, it's nothing like that. About three years ago, I had a mastectomy. And, well, now I'm in for another.
Dorothy: And you're not scared?
Bonnie: I'm petrified. No one's that brave, except in the movies and on television. But at least this time I know what I'm facing. I've gone through all the steps before. I have considered the alternatives, dealt with the reality.
The last time, I think I started crying the moment the doctor told me, and I didn't stop until they wheeled me off to surgery. And then later, I cried because there was so much pain, I didn't think it would ever go away. But it did. And it will again. You get through it. You go on. When it comes right down to it, what other choice do we have? It could have been a lot worse. I could have missed these last three years. Dorothy, you all right? How do you feel?
Dorothy: Like a fool. Like a damn fool.