Friends keep dropping by gifts or sending them home with Brian. Russ and Allison bring a big jar of Russ’s homemade kimchi. Allison stops by with pastries. MK sends cookies home. A package comes in the mail: The Cancer Diaries by Audre Lorde from Dartricia in Atlanta. Brian’s mom Susan sends a cozy blanket and a card. Maya gives me two lightweight robes with pockets for after surgery. People check on me via text. Isaiah and Jessi check on me until I Facetime them or return their calls (I need this).
The Camino employees get together and give me all of the remaining shared tip money in cash, a t shirt that says “FUCK CANCER”, a big bag of weed, and a card full of loving notes.
Having cancer is a full-time job (a stressful job with a lot of deadlines and bureaucracy). Gifts, texts, messages, food, and packages are magic spells of love that buoy me through so I can wake up again and make more phone calls and go to more doctor’s appointments.
postcards from cancer land 