At last, I have something in common with one of the ladies on Wisteria Lane. No, I don't have two men dueling for my hand in marriage, and I'm not faking a six-month pregnancy.
But I do have Lymphoma. Last week we learned that Lynette's swollen lymph nodes were lymphoma, and tonight we discover that it's the Hodgkin's variety, which she informs a family member is "the one you want to get."
Lynette's mom, a breast cancer survivor, moves in and informs her dazed daughter, "Prepare to be sicker than you can even imagine." Thank God chemo is less debilitating that it was 20+ years ago when Lynette's mom underwent treatment. I hope Lynette has it as easy as I have, but that probably wouldn't make very good drama.
I'm sure every So. Cal lymphoma patient or survivor is thinking the same thing: I should be a consultant on the show. The possibilties are endless. Imagine the girls bonding as they go "up in smoke" at a medical marijuana party.