Sandra, you can’t help but cry. You’re losing two ladies who have been with you through thick and thin. So you’ll have mourning periods and then you’ll think “Damn, I’m alive! I’m a walking talking machine! I have wisdom I never had before, not that I wanted THAT kinda wisdom but oh well. Time to think differently now. You’re still beautiful as your heart is working. Your boobs have just gotten in the way. Time to readjust…reboob, uh I mean reboot!