Mail

There are days when I’m just not up to much more than laying in a patch of sun and dreaming about baking and pumpkins and whatnot.

Then the mailman comes. It isn’t that I’m not fond of UPS and Fedex — though they don’t ask after my health and well-being like the mailman does, they just knock firmly and leave before I make it to the door. They say that the mail is the high point in any bored person’s day and, while I wouldn’t describe myself as “bored”, I definitely look forward to the mail on days when my body and mind are at a low ebb in the treatment cycle (a note here — I watched the video Barrett made and realize that I greatly dislike the word “chemotherapy” as it doesn’t sound like any fun at all and was thinking of replacing it with the word “bagel” like they did for the word “recession” on West Wing, but decided that might be too confusing for readers. So you get “treatment” instead).

I LOVE getting the mail in a way that I never did before. It was sort of an after thought in my former healthy person life. But now, so many of you send me interesting things and even my slow jelly brain can appreciate them.

Last week, I got the Bunky’s Film & Food package — the checks are awfully nice and the “extras” were SO fun. I got a package of lucky pennies, a journal of haikus from attendees, a journal with a crazy pieced together story in it involving scissors, and tons of cupcake and ice cream cards. Thanks Bunky’s Food and Film people!

Also, in the mail recently were baked goods with real WI raspberries in them thanks to my childhood neighbor-girl Rosie. Yum.

And I got a package for a tea party to celebrate tumor shrinkage from my cousins the Allman’s. Lots of little samples of tea, adorable cups, and the greatest platter with a Cupcake Fairy on it!

Can you see why I love getting the mail?

I hope you all are having a great week!

Love to you all,

Bridget