Johnny Cochran has nothing on us. We play “the cancer card” when it’s advantageous. Today, I got a call asking me to let a charity send me pledge cards. It was to raise money for research for breast cancer. The method is they send out cards, which the recipient then mails or takes round to all the neighbors and hits them up for money. I HATE doing that. In fact, I refuse. But rather than argue and let the caller try to send me on a guilt trip (the guilt car doesn’t even get out of the driveway anymore), I came back with, “My husband has pancreatic cancer and that’s where our time, energy, and money is going right now.” There was a properly respectful pause on the other end, an apology, and the standard “Have a nice day.” Oh, yes, I am completely without shame.