Two Pairs of Panties

My first gift in the hospital when I found out I had ovarian cancer was two pairs of panties. Now my belly was swollen beyond belief and I had an eight inch incision straight down the middle of my abdomen, which was held together by almost thirty staples. I wasn't exactly thinking about panties at the time. But to put this into context, they were from a dear friend. She is someone I have known for almost half a century. She knew it was just what I needed. This gift would keep me positive about the future, that my belly would heal. And also it was something to giggle about with a small group of friends during the first few days post op. Of course the giggling could be painful, but that one small gift turned my cough pillow into a laugh pillow, so that I could begin to giggle again.