Today is Super Bowl Sunday. The table is black and gold. My clothes are black and gold. It’s bringing back so many good memories of growing up in Pittsburgh when the Steelers were always winning. It’s a funny thing about growing up in that era—all the sports teams were winners: Steelers, Pirates even the Penguins. I just thought that’s how it is when you live in a city—your teams win. Then I moved to other cities and realized how very spoiled I was by Pittsburgh.
Guests for dinner—pierogies, Chinese take-out, wings, Mexican, all football fan food. We’ll watch the game and the commercials and I will hope and hope for a Steeler win.
But in the background—a slight hum, a slight wafting of low grade fear. Tomorrow is oncologist again. Blood work and “Can you open your pants?” Our little joke that she wants to peek below his belt.
Flip a coin. Steelers kick off? Chemo again? Love—and football—in the time of cancer.
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