Mike and I went to a friend’s birthday party. I was a little nervous about going out, but I really wanted to be there for my two friends, Joyce and David and their furry buddies, Kenny and Bridget.
Joyce had a great theme going – a hot dog bar with all the fixings you needed for famous hot dogs – Chicago, New York, etc. There were also salads, dips, vegetables – you name it!! She had banners and pom-poms – it looked great – there was a place to making your own portrait in remembrance of David’s birthday. There also was an ice tea/lemonade bar – really neat.
Joyce and David made a quiet place in their bedroom for me to get away and have a restful space to relax. After sharing my hot dog with Kenny and Bridget – who can refuse those pathetic eyes saying they haven’t eaten for days and I am their last hope for life? – I took a small nap. People were laughing while throwing bean bags in holes in decorated boards in the side yards. The kidlets were running about fascinated about how helium balloons go away when you let them loose.
I snuggled into the bed and listened to the life outside the house – people laughing, making jokes, eating wonderful food and I felt a part of something. As nervous as I was, before the party, all that vanished when the first person gave me a hug and said “welcome.” Good food – good conversation – all part of the healing process, I believe.
Cancer makes you part of another club – one that no one wants to belong to – and the look in people’s eye’s is horrifying and at the same time, sisterly. It was like going to the grieving therapy group meetings – our child had died and nothing was going to change it – and here we sat with our own stories up against this fact of life.
And for all of you screaming in your head that I am a vegetarian and why did I have a hot dog, covered with relish and mustard on a divine bun – HA – because I could.
Thank you Joyce and David for inviting us. I loved being there.