Cancer Perks

A local restaurant has an organization that supports families locations with cancer. I saw the “donations accepted” sign and accompanying marketing and, on a whim and with a giggle, I asked if that meant I would get free pizza. (I came to buy but hey if I’m in the receiving category who am I to argue?) Anyway, I’m not signed up for the program so no free pizza but I did get a free dessert. While eating the delicious, delectable, delightful dark chocolate gelato I giggled at the idea that I’m in a new category. Then… a thought occurred to me.

I’d rather pay.

The thought brought a tear to my eye and I had to pull myself together. This still sucks. “Still” might be incorrect. I don’t think I acknowledged the “it sucks” part before the surgery. I’m starting to feel it now so… this (having cancer) sucks.

Keep the perks.

Take cancer out of my story.

And I would happily and enthusiastically pay for my gelato.