I went for my annual physical yesterday.
“Any changes since your last appointment?”
“I’m a widow thanks to a widowmaker.”
“I’m sorry for your loss.”
“Thanks. I’ve got to say that my experience with this hospital, doctors, nurses, ICU, and everything in between was exceptional. Thank you all for your compassionate care.”
I forgot his response other than acknowledging that the hospital is great.
I suppose I played the widow card there. At least my weight gain (under control now that I’m coming out of the weeds) got an honorable mention rather than an entire lecture. I’ll call that a widow card win. 
All is well. Other than a couple of things to follow up on, doc says it’s all normal aging stuff. I’m good to go. I’m calling this a huge win. I credit allowing myself to grieve and feel all the feelings, family, friends, therapy, a community of care, multivitamins, and a fierce resolve for bringing me this far.
For scorekeeping purposes, I earned:
Being grateful rather than grumpy that I had to drive my freshly washed car behind the plow/salt truck most of the way to the appointment: 10 points
Updating the emergency contact like it was no big deal but it really was: 10 points
Not crying after the appointment because I didn’t have my person to text that it went well: 25 points
Texting my sister with my random medical update instead: 10 points
Points are just for fun and don’t count, of course. The widows will get it.
Take care of your whole beings, friends: body, mind, and spirit.