Apr 15, 2012 - 10:25 pm
Months and months ago, I posted a link to a beautifully written and humorous blog entry by Amanda Enayati about cancer etiquette, in this case 'breast cancer etiquette.' Not our kind of cancer, but the etiquette still applies. It's definitely worth sharing with family and friends. It triggered several responses from folks here, some of them humorous, describing the etiquette horrors they'd been subjected to by family and friends.
Last weekend, at an 80th birthday party for an old cowboy buddy, I saw a girlfriend I hadn't seen in several years. She, however, had apparently been following my recent history pretty closely. As so succintly described by Amanda above; her face crumpled into a look of deep sorrow, her eyebrows knit together over a pair of puppy-dog eyes, and she whined..."How are youuuuu? I heard you were very very sick...” in a soap opera voice. I pleasantly told her I was fine now, thank you, and headed for a seat on the other side of the room.
And now, the real reason for my rant. My rather high-strung and self-absorbed younger sister telephoned early this morning, to question me minutely as to whether I thought she might have cancer... my kind of cancer. Her glands have been swollen for the last couple of weeks, and her throat hurts when she swallows. Never mind that she has very recently completed a course of antibiotics for a sinus infection brought on by a severe cold. She wanted a blow by blow of the timing of appearance and intensity of all my symptoms. And then she described everything she was experiencing, and asked if I thought it might possibly be the same thing... I was as polite as I could manage, and suggested that if her concerns weren't adequately addressed by her current doctors, she might consider consulting with an ENT. Arrrrgggggghhhhh.
So go ahead. If you've got bad etiquette stories, share them here. We'll all feel better.
Or, at least I'll feel better, knowing I'm not alone.