Well, Toto, I have a feeling we’re not in Cancerland anymore. But to answer Anonymous’ question, I’ve entered this strange world called Reality. Here they have strange customs such as lunch lines, pop quizzes, alarm clocks, and damn revolving doors that my headscarves keep getting caught in. It’s hard to identify me as an outsider now that my eyebrows have sprouted back. The worst part is, my Cancer Card* keeps getting rejected.
*For those of you healthy people, the Cancer Card is not your ordinary piece of plastic. It’s the cancer patient’s “Get Out of Jail Free Card.” One can flash his or her cancer card any time he or she is bothered with petty obligations and nuisances. These include cleaning, cooking, deadlines, walking the dog, boring dinners, doing the laundry, and much, much more! Benefits include, but are not limited to: pity, sympathy, store discounts, endless attention, gifts, free food, get well soon cards. Please Note: The Cancer Card does not cure cancer. Additionally, the Cancer Card does not work in the hospital… it’s been flashed to them so many times that it’s lost its shine.
Can you believe that a teacher actually marked me late on an assignment? Who the hell does she think she is? Doesn’t she know that I have…
…oh wait. That’s right. I don’t have cancer anymore. I’m in remission.
While I love being back at school with my friends, I still haven’t gotten used to dealing with responsibility. I’m not suggesting that I want to go back to the way things were; I’m just going through an adjustment period. The plane ride from Cancerland to Reality is pretty long and turbulent, and I’m experiencing jetlag.
As for health updates, according to my nurse, my blood counts are “fabulous.”
Last week I met with representatives from the Make A Wish Foundation. It looks like they are going to do whatever they can to make my wish of saving a life into a reality.
In the end, though, while it’s hard to get back to reality, I guess I’d rather take a math test than another blood test.
