Chemo is on Thursdays, aka: The Ugly Sweater Day. So, donning my most festive (and only) Christmas wear, I walked to the spa and chose my chair.

While passing the time, nurse Trudy came by to shoot the shit.

Nurse: So Rochelle, I love your Christmas outfit.

Me: Thank you!

Nurse: Do you have any special plans for the holiday?

Me: No, just the usual.

Nurse: Oh, sometimes that’s all you need.

Me: What about you? Are you working?

Nurse: Yes, this is the only holiday I have off and it’s “use it or lose it”.

Me: Oh… Don’t you have off for Easter or Good Friday?

Nurse: (shakes her head no)

Me: Really?

Nurse: (leans over to whisper) Dr. Ashman is Jewish.

Me: (carefully turn towards my mother) Mmmmm

Needless to say, there is no chance now, that I will ever tell her that I’m Jewish.