I walked into the dentist's office this morning with Miss Not so Tiny in one arm, Miss Precious in the other and Miss Curious wrapped around my leg. Quite a sight, I imagine. The receptionist at the office has been there as long as we have lived in the town and lives just up the road from us. In other words, she knows OF us, and knows the kids, but is not involved in the intimate details of our lives.
The conversation turned to what we have been up to in the last six months. She had heard of the cancer diagnosis and quickly turned the conversation to WHY I had cancer. I told her that we had no idea why I had cancer and I had no risk factors that we know of. There was a pause. A long pause.
"Oh", she said, "I heard you got cancer because you abused and over used Advil".
I swallowed. HARD. "No" I sort of calmly replied, "I have never abused any drugs. The issue with Advil is that after organ surgery you cannot take any medication like that"
"I guess it was just a rumor then" she said.
YES PEOPLE. IT IS JUST A RUMOR. A really, really stupid rumor at that. So whoever in town is telling people that I got cancer because I took too many Advil. Could you please stop? Thank You.
Oh the joys of living in a town where everyone THINKS they know your business, and they really do NOT.