#SongoftheDay Bad Company (Purple Disco Machine)
Yesterday I promised to outline how my perfect guest would behave when visiting my partner (who has cancer) and me (his caregiver, living with chronic illness). And I know these wonderful people do exist, because a few of my mom's sisters are like this (my mother also has cancer) and many of my mom's friends are, too. If only my partner's friends showed us this level of kindness, care, and respect. Ah, but a queer can dream... The perfect guest would reach out to ask if we were up for a visit, and if that's something we would enjoy at this point. My partner would enjoy a visit (and I might tolerate one), so yes, okay, thanks--that would be nice. The perfect guest would, of course, let us set the date and show up on time. But before showing up, a perfect guest would tell us, "I will bring everything we're going to eat, so don't even think of lifting a finger." They would ask about dietary restrictions. In my partner's case, he could only eat so