I don't have the greatest hair in the world, but I still dread losing it. I haven't even started chemo, but I'm planning a wig shopping spree with friends. Today when I tediously blew my hair dry, I noticed my gray roots and thought, "Yay, I'll be losing you. And I won't have to pay for salon appointments for a long time. And I won't have to shampoo and dry and mess with this hair."
I'm not brave enough to go bald. A wig seems silly, but I'll look into it. And if I don't like what I find, I'll go to Party City and buy 30 Halloween wigs. Or I'll wear the pink swim cap I bought for a joke 2 years ago.
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. I ranted for a year, until I got my vaccine in March 2021.
Coronary Artery Disease was the reason I restarted this blog on September 26, 2021. This time it was Don who was dealing with a worry that started with the letter "C".
Coronavirus and Cancer, Coronary Artery Disease! All are evil, but none can totally get me down... if I vent! I usually end up feeling a little more positive at the end of each post!