A Scary Scar

 

“The doctor told me I have thyroid cancer.” Nancy Uram is convinced that she is invincible and decides that having thyroid cancer is not that big of a deal.  The doctors strongly advise her to get surgery so, “I got surgery, but really I would’ve been OK without it.” 

 

She went along with the surgery, but refused to stay for more than a day.  Unfortunately, while she was in the hospital, she developed some sort of leg infection, which prolonged her stay.  She wound up staying in the hospital for four days, finally begging the doctors to let her go.  The smell of Lysol and rubber was too much for her to handle. She wanted to have the comfort of her own satin sheets on her bed with her Siamese cat next to her.

 

Days later, she was back home again—recuperating, when one ominous evening, Nancy developed a vast craving for Papa John’s Pizza.  She called for delivery and warned the boy that it might take her a couple minutes to get down the stairs.  The doorbell rang. “I’m coming, be there in a minute.”

 

She then got off her red, paisley chair and headed to the door.  “I felt bad for the poor boy because I couldn’t walk and I had to go down the stairs to get to the front door.  I felt like the "Exorcist" girl, trying to crawl down the stairs with my leg wrapped up. I finally reached the front door, and the boy who was holding my pizza gasped and dropped the pizza.  The box bounced off of the pavement.

 

I forgot that my scar from my surgery was still fresh so it looked like someone tried to decapitate me. And I had tubes sticking out of my neck.  I frightened that kid half to death, but I gave him a good tip.” ◊