Cancer Silver Linings: Friends Step Up

There is some real upside to this cancer business.

Cancer silver-linings indeed. I have re-connected with some beautiful friends I haven’t spoken to in decades. We just pick up the phone and start talking like time has been suspended. As if it weren’t thirty years since we sported Farrah Fawcett hairdos together and our greatest fear was public showering in the Junior High gym class locker room.

Cancer also has a handy knack of separating the wheat from the chaff, as they say. Those worth keeping around are those who take charge when things need to be taken care of. They don’t run. They don’t mask their feelings. They speak their minds. They think of themselves second. They offer support, and they mean it. My son, Devlin, doesn’t understand exactly what’s going on, but he knows I’ve been spending a lot of time in my bed. I’ve shown him my scars so he might understand he shouldn’t jump on me. Every morning before the sun comes up, Devlin brings me his most coveted possession, his tie-dye purple blanket. He shoves it under my neck with a devilish smile and pads away in his bare feet back to his own bed until it’s time to wake up.
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Cancer Silver Linings: sleepovers

It may not seem like a big deal to most parents, but my seven year old special needs son, Devlin, experienced his first bona fide sleep over Sunday night before my surgery. Cheryl, with whom I am very much enjoying becoming better friends said the important magic words: “We’ll help any way we can. And Devlin doesn’t scare me!” You have to have chased Devlin through the neighborhood dodging through traffic or watched him have a seizure during a school assembly to appreciate this statement.Other friends have hung out with me for hours just talking like teenagers with the door closed to my bedroom. I feel like we should have sneaked alcohol and cigarettes to authenticate the experience. As someone who likes to be on the go all the time, I’ve enjoyed lounging in my black ninja pajamas (a present from another dear friend) these past few days. Helping me forget why we’re really there. Waiting for results. Waiting for information.

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