Dear Fran Drescher #17
Yes, I am writing you two letters in one day. That’s what best friends do.
How were your holidays?
My husband, Ken—you haven’t met him yet—and I went to Birch Bay and celebrated Christmas Eve up there. The only glitch was that I did not get to go in the hot tub (because all the papers I have from both my massage therapist and my physical therapist say that it is not a good idea for someone with lymphedema to go into hot tubs). Besides, I’m a little bit—okay, a lot—depressed about the 21 pounds I have gained since the beginning of June. I’m not sure I would have fit into that bathing suit anyway.
I must admit: I’m a bad girl. I’m all depressed about being fat and having lymphedema. How dare I complain about such trivial things when I am still alive. Others around me are not so lucky.
So, I didn’t get to go into that hot tub with my husband. However, we did get to go out to a really nice restaurant overlooking the bay for dinner. Afterward, we played Speed Scrabble and Phase 10 in our condo and then watched the movie, Proof, with Gwyneth Paltrow and Anthony Hopkins together.
I will try to change my attitude by the next time I write you.
Best friends always,
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