Mary’s return was just like Jesus’.

Mary recovered, having lost only her hair. “Cancer is tough, but I wanted another beer with you guys”, she said upon her return.
“When in concentrations camps, the ones who made it, had a clear motivation of something they had left to do! Mine was sitting right here, having a beer with you fine people.”
Wheel-chaired now, she laughs even louder at our jokes, and makes fun of her leg for not working. “If I have to get a peg leg, I’ll name her Peggy and introduce her at parties!” Some people are just like that. Mary is.
She returned like a bald Jesus to us, just to hang out with us, and listen to our stupid jokes.