Cancer Food

I know they want to help. Truly, I know and I want to LET them help.

But how much lasagna do I have to choke down to make them feel better about my cancer?

Why is food the soothsayer? I'm not dead yet. It's not a wake or a post-funeral feast. STOP MAKING US FOOD!! Well, the cancer BBQ ribs and the cancer veggie hash were spectacular, I have to admit.

I'm such a bitch.

I'm not that fond of people either. I know that's awful, but I love my solitude. I come from a huge family and I love to hide in my home. Draw the blinds and giggle while someone is knocking to come in.

Cancer doesn't change that. It doesn't give you permission to darken my door whenever you want. YOU STILL HAVE TO CALL AND I STILL HATE UNANNOUNCED VISITORS!