What do you call a hymn of embarrassment? A facepsalm.
—and—
“Doctor, I can’t stop saying, ‘Halt! Who goes there??”
“We’ll have to do some tests but it looks like you might have...Friendorphobia.”
Some days are better than others, what can I say?
So, she goes in and gets the chemo from 8:30 until 3:30. When she told me this I’m thinking, are you freaking kidding me? Seven hours of chemo? First of all, having to sit still for seven hours would be horrible enough, but to have to sit still for this would be excruciating. I assume that she will be in a room with others getting chemo too. How’s that gonna go?
“So, what’s you in for?”
“I’ve got pancreatic cancer. What about you?”
“Breast cancer here.”
“Two for one, eh?”
I can’t even imagine how scared she will be. I would be a mess. But she won’t be wearing sweat pants. My friend is dressed for an important meeting with a client, dressed to the nines. Her husband will be right beside her, and all of her friends will be praying.
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