I'm never ceasing to be amazed at some of the things people say when they see me. Last night I went out to an art opening where I was pretty sure I'd see some familiar faces. I saw several people who I used to go to school with when I was unceremoniously diagnosed and hauled off to a new life in the hospital.
I really enjoyed my evening. One of my finer moments last night when I saw, Mr. Inappropriate. Mr. Inappropriate always came off as a somewhat normal person before my cancer BS but every time I've seen him since , he never fails to say exactly the wrong thing. One memorable moment was when I was on a lot of drugs including prednisone and my face was round like a basketball. He said, "Wow, your face is really puffy. Do you even recognize yourself when you look in the mirror every morning?" Thanks for your observation, Mr. Obvious.
Mr. Inappropriate: "Wow, you're not dead. You look good...
and you're not dead!"
Me: "Yes, I'm most definitely not dead".
During these pleasantries I bit my lip and tried my best to not let on how highly entertained I was. Unfortunately I would have been laughing at him, not with him and that's just rude.