Only me.
This could only happen to me.
Perhaps this is to remind me how lucky I am to have diseases that are chronic, not fatal. Perhaps it is to at last get me in the Christmas spirit.
Bah Humbug!
All I wanted when I walked in the door was to crawl into a ball and let the benedryl, steroids, and Rituxan drip slowly into me. To get a pillow and blanket or two from the warmer and hide myself in soulful silence: Meditations on headphones, audio books, and haunting Celtic carols on an iPod. You know, songs like In the Bleak Midwinter.
Instead, here I am in the middle of Cancer Christmas. Headband horns, Christmas bells, and snowman leggings. Light-up Rudolph noses and gift-wrap "bow"es. Santa hats and reindeer mats. Chemo drips and recipe tips.
I even got a free lunch.
Hah!
