There are moments when it seems totally unreal: I feel relatively normal, and nothing has changed in the way I relate to people.
There is a lot of good natured joking about my new ability to “play the cancer card”—for instance, my oldest son is now insisting upon outrageous privileges “because my mother has cancer.”
Ex: “I need the front seat of the car because my mother has cancer.”
“Sorry, I’m not lifting that furniture: my mother has cancer.”