Welcome to my new world of cancer benefits! It seems once you’re pronounced dying of the Big C, everyone starts being friendly and concerned. Just being old and poverty-stricken isn’t enough; once you enter the exclusive C-club, you can actually get a few minor perks to help you afford to stay alive. A nun even helpfully called me–that was a first! She actually told me I need to get more friends so they can drive me to doctors?! Plus when the news eventually leaks, your Gkids suddenly love you! But I exaggerate; it’s all good. I think they were already warming up to me.
Since the last time I wrote, we had S’s official birthday party, and Shabbat. I even got to go to a middle school play. I baked a peanut butter and jelly cake for S, some new and familiar friends came over to party i.e. get a sugar rush, I slept over, and cleaned and baked challah and made Shabbat dinner. I’m going over there again tonight, so A can get to go out. Why do I even bother to come “home”! Oh yeah, to catch up on sleep! Throughout all this I’ve had the cold from hell lingering for a week, which is not fun, but y’know I’m a Jewish martyr, oy. Plus Avdi has one of my favorite bourbons, er, medicinals.
Here are some festive shots.