Mother’s Day Gift #1

All day yesterday, my son, Jonathan, pestered me, I mean, asked me if he could take me out for his Mother’s Day gift to me.

Some of the excuses I came up with:
1. Too many doctor appointments and I’m behind.
2. I’m overwhelmed and sick and tired of chemotherapy side-effects.
3. I need to edit my book if it’s going to come out in September.

It’s not that I didn’t want to go out. Ever since this blasted diagnosis, everything revolves around my illness and I am constantly scrambling to a) catch up my life, b) pretend I don’t have cancer.

Finally, we hopped in the car and off we went to the movie theater. It would be good to forget how sick I was for a night, have an enjoyable “date” with Jonathan like we used to, leave the cares of the world behind.

Everything was fine until the pre-movie commercials (yes, more than one): “We are your local cancer care facility, with new technology… The Amercian Cancer Society would like to…” I don’t know what the American Cancer Society wanted to tell me, but what I heard was, “We would like to ruin your night out.”

I turned to Jonathan and muttered “Erg.”

At least there was no reference to cancer in Iron Man 2 or at Applebee’s. Mother’s Day Gift #1 a huge success.

 

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