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Musings from Mama

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

OK it's been a loooooooooooooong time and much has happened (finally!)

We're stars! Well, hardly: The Dad and I did a commercial for the Cancer Center where I had treatments. It was a new experience (and believe me, at my age, there are precious few of them!) and kind of fun.

The initial interview was the longest. It took most of 2 hours, but really, most of it was applying the disgusting make up and fixing my scrabbly hair. Don't think it looked one bit better when the dear girl was finished. Then the guy had us sit on most uncomfortable bar stools and asked a million questions--some many times--until he got what he wanted out of us. The Dad thinks he made us say his words but I don't think so cause once when he wanted me to say something that I didn't consider true, I told him and he backed off.

After it was finally over, they gave the Dad tissues to wipe off the make up but I had to go do errands looking like a painted woman. Well, I could have gotten one too I guess but she had worked so hard, I hated to ask that it be taken off so quickly so it was my fault. She really was a good artist and made us look pretty darned good for old codgers. The Dad looked really cute.

Then we went off to London (which I will psot later cause it was so wonderful!) and came back and did the clinical part of the commercial in which I had to lie on the "comfortable" table and pretend to get a treatment. Rachel, who was the therapist assigned to do it with me was very embarrassed but she did a wonderful job and acted jsut like she did when she did treatments for me. She was always so kind and helpful and this was no different. In case you wonder, it is just like an XRay table: cold and HARD!

After I could walk again, I came home and later the tv crew and P.R. ladies came here and photographed us walking in the woods looking like we liked each other. It's kind of cute. The Dad has been proclaimed as being "really cute" or "really good looking" by my friends--depending on whether they are young or older I guess.

Anyway, now it is being aired on the 4 major tv stations here and, of course, not using a tv, we haven't seen it though I did see the copy and we will get a copy. Actually, we will get 2: one to send to London, they told me. I will be glad to get it and to look at it critically. Everyone says it is good though.

So now we are stars and famous and rich (OK, so 1 out of 3 isn't bad). We did get a big basket of goodies from the hospital people and that was great cause we had company that I could share it with and not have to bake!!! It was so much better than I would have done!

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