When I Was Bald
Suddenly this past week, I started giving myself a choice about leaving the house with my head uncovered. Numerous times this week, I grabbed the wig and stewed over my choice, before returning it to Betty-Lou, the wig stand.
I'll admit, I feel naked and vulnerable, stepping out into the world with my salt-n-pepper-shorter-than-a-crew-cut hair. It's not even in a style yet. I can't comb it or part it. But I was having a bold week...
An Important Week
It started on Monday, MLK day. I volunteered with the kids at the Women's Shelter. While talking about being different, I took off my scarf and showed the kids my funny hair. Their honest reactions were amusing!
It wasn't so scary showing my cropped, little-boy-hair to kids who don't know me. The hard part was surprising the people who do know me... and my wig look. But on Tuesday, I met a friend for lunch. I knew Terri would embrace my drastic short hair. Terri and I have different cancer experiences, but we have many common worries and frustrations. It was fitting to have my debut in the public with Terri.
On Wednesday, I walked across the street to visit my neighbor before she headed back to Africa for the next 5 months. I wore my scarf, but ended up whipping it off to show her my head. Becky's reaction gave me another huge boost. We said good-bye with big hugs and promises to get together when she returned. My hair will be so much longer then!
My book club of 15+ years has been a big support throughout all these months, so on Thursday I figured I'd leave the head coverings at home. More hugs and whoops and encouragement. Jill no longer has the shortest hair. Lorrie said I looked French! That was good enough for me!
The Women's March
On Saturday, I made a last minute decision to join the Women's March in downtown Houston. There wasn't time to make a sign or worry over wig choices. But the crowd of over 23,000 was welcoming of all kinds of hair, hats, clothing, skin color...
I didn't plan on stepping out wig-less so soon, but it turned out to be a good week for it! The wig and scarves are not in total retirement, but I'm gaining confidence!
Cancer - Covid
I started this complaining list/blog, in May 2016. I posted 200 gripes about my breast cancer and then I was done.
On March 13, 2020, I started venting all over again, when another disease (starting with a C) interfered with my life. Only this time, it was affecting more than me.
Coronavirus and Cancer! Both are evil, but neither can totally get me down... if I vent! I hope with Covid, I run out of complaints before 200!