Every year for 10 years, I made a 200 kilometre round trip to my oncologist for a cat scan to ensure that the cancer I was diagnosed with in 1984 and again in 1989 didn’t recur. At the 10-year mark, my doctor sad it was safe to declare me “cured” (I still put that word in quotes; it’s the virtual equivalent of knocking on wood). To commemorate this landmark, I had a ring made–a beautiful gold band hand engraved with the tree of life motif. I wore it on my left-hand ring finger. And why not? If that’s the “important” finger, than wearing a ring on that finger that symbolized surviving cancer was pretty darn appropriate. (Besides, rings on my right hand have always bugged me.)
Anyway, I got grief for it from various women. “Why are you wearing it on THAT hand?” some would exclaim. “It looks like a wedding ring!” others would cry. It was like I had gain illegal entry into a special club. I was breaking all the rules. And I didn’t give a shit.
Imagine my amusement and delight when I happened upon this site: Singleringen.com. These Swedish-made, sterling silver and turquoise bands come with their own serial number and have been purchased by a whole host of single celebs. Unfortunately, there are only two sizes for men and women; all of which are too big.
Oh well. I’ve got my beautiful gold band.
Too all the single people in the world: wear your ring–any ring–proudly. If anyone gives you grief, just shoot `em the finger.