So I’ve noticed a definite unexpected benefit to this whole cancer thing. I like to call it the cancer card. You know, I basically get a free pass on all sorts of things for the duration of treatment because people are having all these mixed emotions when they look at me. There’s the “Oh, you poor thing. Let me do some of your work” and the “Holy shit I’m glad it’s her and not me. Can I bring some food over?” and my personal favorite, “I know I’ve never really said two words to you before but let me bring you some pot to help with chemo.” Um, ok.
Today I showed up for work with my head scarf on for the first time. It was awkwardly tied in my morning haste and looked like a cross between a pirate and a Bedouin shepherd. Well, it must have looked pitiful because people crawled out of every recess to touch me and compliment my new style, all while doing my work. I turned to my friend and made a comment about this new cancer card thing. She said, “Oh, that’s not new. I have to use the card sometimes, the black card. You know, ‘Why are you saying that…because I’m black???'” Hmm. I think I need to get some dessert and watch some YouTube videos on scarf-tying, or maybe not.