|Some love from my friend Julie|
I felt like a pretty huge weight was lifted off my shoulders once I made the decision a week ago to not go to L.A. for the Aetna Healthy Food Fight finals. I was really looking forward to competing - and winning, but I'm ready for a different kind of fight now. (And honestly, the $10k prize of kitchen appliances aren't anything I would use, so it would just create more work for me to store, sell, and pay taxes on them. I hope someone who really can use them wins. $10k in cash would have really come in handy, especially now)
I got my surgery moved up, and I have been in a serious nesting type mode. It's probably more like Martha getting ready for house arrest, than 'the baby's coming' kind of nesting, but there may be some intersection. There's things to buy, and things to get in order. That's a whole other post.
There have been some, let's just say, interesting, reactions to my diagnosis. Some have made me laugh, some have made me cry, some have made me slap myself upside the head as a reminder of why I set the expectation bar on that person so low that an Olsen twin couldn't limbo under, and some have really lifted me when I needed it the most.
I joked on Facebook that if people wanted to cheer me up they could send me Eric Ripert with a new iPad, some snickerdoodles and flowers.
A couple of days later, as I was leaving with a friend for the Apple store to buy an iPad, she spotted a FedX package in my front door. I grabbed the package before we took off, and the return address was Le-Bernardin in New York. (Eric Ripert's restaurant, fyi).
We tore open the package, and wrapped in Le-Bernardin tissue paper was a copy of Avec Eric: A Culinary Journey with Eric Ripert. There is a companion show on PBS on Saturday mornings. Not only is Eric nice to look at, his French accent is pretty yummy to listen to as well. At first we were just pretty impressed by the book - then we flipped to this page:
My friend Lisa was busting on me a little about the "You wish!" part, but I think in Eric speak, it's "Your Wish! (as in granted). Either way, it was a pretty good way to grant my wish, and the instigator has remained anonymous.
When we returned there was another FedX package which contained the lime green shirt emblazoned with "Cancer Picked the Wrong Diva" from my friend Julie.
I most definitely have a good thing/bad thing string of luck going on right now. These gifts brought more than a smile that day; they also managed to more than balance out the disappointment I was feeling from giving up the contest finals and the less than supportive reactions to my diagnosis that I've received.
I did buy an iPad. I figure now I have something no one wants and something everyone wants. Just trying to keep it in balance.
And like the song says: You Gotta Have Friends.