When I told one of my friends I had cancer he, a rather classy guy and cancer survivor himself (who will probably read that say, "rather?" and be mildly offended), welcomed me to the club.
And then he promptly told me to get over it.
I think it was the best non-in person slap in the face he could have delivered, and it was of course exactly what I needed. One of his other thoughts, though, reminded me of all of the privileges that cancer carries with it. This involved a brief discussion of the fun and games derived from counting the sad little puppy dog faces one receives in a day when delivering the news to various people we encountered. I don't think he meant it as a challenge, but I tried it out on the couch salesperson first. Puppy Count? Trela: 1, SofaMart, nada
Anyway, here sits my comfy new privilege, my oasis in the chaos, my place to relax, rejuvenate, and recover. And to remember the poor girl's puppy dog face when she tried to figure out if there was a way to rush our order...
If you have been in our house you know we needed new furniture to seat actual adults in our family room anyway, so this couch was simply a matter of time. Bold, red, and GIGANTIC may not have been a cancer-free choice of mine, but currently it's my favorite symbol of recovery. Membership does have it's privileges... especially when it comes with stain guard.
We're headed to Mayo today for my first post-surgical meeting with my oncologist up there. I'm feeling pretty well (woke up with my arm above my head and NOT a lot of pain, so that's a good sign) so far. We're anticipating finding out more about my treatment schedule while we're there today. All for now! Carpe diem - Trela
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Kile was here and saw the couch on the site. He got very excited....that's my house! I love my new couch. :)
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