Only me.

This could only happen to me.

Perhaps this is to remind me how lucky I am to have diseases that are chronic, not fatal.   Perhaps it is to at last get me in the Christmas spirit.

All I wanted when I walked in the door was to crawl into a ball and let the benedryl, steroids, and Rituxan drip into me.   To get a pillow and blanket or two from the warmer and hide myself.   Meditations on headphones, audio books, and haunting Celtic Christmas carols on an iPod.

Instead here I am in the middle of Cancer Christmas.  Reindeer headband horns and snowman leggings.  Light-up Rudolph noses and present bowes.  Hats shaped liked Christmas trees.  A Jewish physician in a really ugly sweater.

 I even got a free lunch.

God help me!