Love, Orchids, and Anxiety Triggers
Belated Happy Valentine's Day. I celebrated by taking Claire to the Wonders and Worries' Hoping Hearts party. She hit up all the arts and crafts stations. She made a photo frame, a keychain, and a brown sugar foot scrub that she wanted to eat. I told her I would rather she eat the foot scrub than all of the Valentine's candy coated in Red #40.
Later that week, I got a whole stack of Valentine's cards from Claire, and she even made Jeff buy me an orchid from Trader Joe's. So sweet. 💕 Of course it'll be dead within a week. I can barely keep a succulent alive. My oncologist has real orchids in her office, and they always look pristine. Personally, I think she's using the orchids to advertise her ability to keep things alive. I wonder if she has the orchids replaced as soon as a petal drops.
My only romantic plans this week involved watching The Bachelor. It's the only reality TV show that I allow myself to watch – a total guilty pleasure. I was in the middle of enjoying my silly show when a commercial came on for IBRANCE (a drug used to treat advanced breast cancer). The ad featured a gray-haired lady moving her son into his college dorm room. Awesome, thanks for reminding me how young my children were when I was diagnosed. This isn't triggering at all. The next commercial was for Birds of Prey, with Harley Quinn chopping off her pigtail, and suddenly I was having a flashback to cutting off my own hair with a dull pair of scissors. Apparently it's impossible to make it two hours without being reminded of cancer.
But then Jeff and I made cheese fondue, and life was good again.
Later that week, I got a whole stack of Valentine's cards from Claire, and she even made Jeff buy me an orchid from Trader Joe's. So sweet. 💕 Of course it'll be dead within a week. I can barely keep a succulent alive. My oncologist has real orchids in her office, and they always look pristine. Personally, I think she's using the orchids to advertise her ability to keep things alive. I wonder if she has the orchids replaced as soon as a petal drops.
My only romantic plans this week involved watching The Bachelor. It's the only reality TV show that I allow myself to watch – a total guilty pleasure. I was in the middle of enjoying my silly show when a commercial came on for IBRANCE (a drug used to treat advanced breast cancer). The ad featured a gray-haired lady moving her son into his college dorm room. Awesome, thanks for reminding me how young my children were when I was diagnosed. This isn't triggering at all. The next commercial was for Birds of Prey, with Harley Quinn chopping off her pigtail, and suddenly I was having a flashback to cutting off my own hair with a dull pair of scissors. Apparently it's impossible to make it two hours without being reminded of cancer.
But then Jeff and I made cheese fondue, and life was good again.
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