Generally the boys have been clueless about my cancer and really did not know about my daily trips to the zapper. Except today I had to talk to them about my recovery and then.. I had to torture them with flu shots....
and they were not too happy about it.
I did get my shot with them, and of course they made me go first. I explained that it was not a good time for me to get sick and that I was just starting to feel better and be able to talk and there was no way that I wanted to throw up with this sore throat. They said they understood.. but it took McDonalds Happy Meals to get them to agree to get a shot.
So, we have all suffered together.
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