No one throws a party like my little sister Alicia. Saturday evening, Joe and the girls and I walked in to find that the best of Pinterest had unfurled across her impeccably clothed tables — appletini glimmering green in a glass beverage dispenser, dishes of hors d’oeuvres with their corresponding labels on golden doilies, gifts for the winners of Bingo and “Name That Christmas Tune” (I won!) ninja-wrapped on the buffet beside a cheesecake the size of our collective gaping maws. Seriously. Pin this on your “Hall of Fame” boards in her honor:
Last family holiday party, I’d just started chemo, and I’d arrived in my wig, red kimono sweater, high heels, and layers of makeup, hoping the toll of chemo wasn’t evident already. That was my goal throughout treatment — to hide it so everyone around me would feel reassured. And my biggest lesson learned in hindsight was don’t bother hiding. The Tennille wig reassures no one.