I have been working on a bucket list since long before my cancer diagnosis and, I imagine like all cancer patients, decided I had better get serious about the thing. What follows is a work in progress. The items that are crossed off were not realized, but simply thought better of since it is apparent I will, in fact, live.
Get a tattoo before I turn 50 (I still have 2 months, get off my back)
Last 2.7 seconds on a bull named Fu Man Chu (that’s a stupid song anyway)
Get a red mustang convertible. (I didn’t really want one that badly until my husband bought himself a sporty little BMW this summer. Someone clearly lost sight of who has cancer in this family. Yeah, yeah, he says I can drive it whenever I want but he always checks when he gets home to see if I did. I caught him chalking the tires the other night)
Have more patience. (a work in progress)
Get published (does this count?)
Get arrested See above. I figure a good writer has to have something interesting to write about. I hadn’t worked out the details of my arrest, but I know it would involve much hilarity (and liquor). I bet at least one of my cousins (Ann :)) would have taken one for the team and joined me.
Become a grandmother. (Kids? I can’t do this myself)