From a NY Times article:
In Nina Riggs’s memoir “The Bright Hour,” she tells of commiserating with a friend who is also dealing with triple negative breast cancer. They imagine starting a business called Damaged Goods, which would sell a line of morbid thank-you cards:
“Thank you for the taco casserole. It worked even better than my stool softeners.”
“Thank you for the flowers. I hope they die before I do.” [my personal favorite]
“All your phone messages about how not knowing exactly what’s going on with me has stressed you out really helped me put things in perspective.”
