I realize the title of this post sounds like a bad 1970’s French porn novel, but in my case…there really is one.
Earlier this week, my friend Britni of Princess and the C texted me asking if I wanted to come over to her house for dinner and a movie. Thinking that sounded fun I of course agreed. Britni recently started a new job so I thought nothing of it when she said she had to reschedule for a breakfast on the same day because of work responsibilities. She said she knew of a cute place in Old Roseville where we could go. Always ready to try a new restaurant, I thought nothing of it. I still didn’t suspect anything as we were driving into the mall because Britni says she needed to pick something up from the Gap. As we were walking in the opposite direction of Gap she said she wanted to look in the windows of Lush and see if they had something. I just recently turned her onto my favorite store so I still didn’t think anything was awry. I didn’t suspect anything until I was in the store and they sprang it on me that there was not going to be a brunch.
And even then…I still wasn’t completely getting it. Damn chemo brain.
But they explained to me that someone I knew who didn’t want to be identified (because they believed that good deeds are done anonymously) paid for both of us to have a little private party at my favorite store. They had a full spread of food for us and gave us facials, arm treatments and foot treatments and topped it off with a gift.
They gave me a Wiccy Magic Muscles (which is sort of like a natural icy/hot) to ease the aches and pains of chemo, a honey trap lip balm (Whoever chose this MUST know me – I love anything sweet and vanilla) and a Ocean salt body scrub all wrapped in a Lush headscarf. It was incredibly thoughtful and sweet and it touched me deeply. Even the Lush girls said they read my blog – which was surprising to me.
So to whomever my secret benefactor is – Thank you.