I know what all of you mean about the stares! At first I wouldn't get out of the house, my female vanity got in the way.After a while with a lot of encouragement from family and friends I ventured out and now I am so happy just to be alive that I don't let it bother me any more.I smile(sans teeth)and let them know I'm O.K. Sometimes I wish I could offer the really rude ones a picture(it would last longer). Have you ever noticed smokers look at you?? Makes you want to tell them "But for the Grace of God there goes you!" Gwen