Last Thursday, my charming husband and I attended the Breast Cancer Survivors' Luncheon in Mishawaka, sponsored by Susan G. Komen for the Cure of Northern Indiana. There's still something weird about sitting in a room packed full of white haired or bald older ladies eating dry chicken and cheering each other on for just being alive. I mean it's cool, but kinda uncomfortable too.My favorite part was listening to the keynote speaker, Dr. Sharon Stack, from the Mike and Josie Harper Cancer Research Institute. She is a professor at Notre Dame and the Science Director at the newly formed Cancer Research Institute, a collaboration between Notre Dame and Indiana University on the latest cancer studies. Her description of the scientific process and some of the work in progress was intriguing and hopeful.
Prize drawings and promotions rounded out the dinner, but I had to leave early to return to work. A few minutes after leaving, Dale texted me to say I won the centerpiece mums. Yippee! I rarely win anything, so I got all excited. Then I read the full text: and he gave them away. Instant selfish grumpiness. I didn't respond.
When he got home, he asked if I got the text and wasn't that cool of him. I turned all sarcastic and bitter. "Oh sure. It's not as if I like flowers or anything. Especially perennial ones that are perfect this time of year." About an hour later, I ran upstairs to put kids to bed and found this waiting in our bathroom:
I am a horrible person. Dale just grinned.I am a self-centered survivor who is lucky enough to be alive and married to a kind, generous, thoughtful man. That is worth celebrating!
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