We kids teased my mom horribly in 1969, when she returned from a shopping trip with a wig. I hope my kids are nicer when they see me in one!
Yesterday, my friends Lorrie and Shari encouraged me to go on a wig outing. I didn't even have my first chemo appointment set. And it was just a week ago, that my head was spinning to learn I was indeed going to need chemo. But they were right, it was the time.
Oddly enough, that same morning, my friend Kim texted me from Oklahoma. She'd heard about a salon in my area and encouraged me to go. "It's owned by a mother/daughter team... both cancer survivors!" It happened to be the place where I had the appointment. And then, Martha from Denver messaged me with some totally crazy wig photos, which put me in a fun goofy mood. And my sister, Jennifer phoned days earlier, saying she'd hop on a plane to be with me when it came to head shaving time. I felt surrounded by support before heading out the door.
But as I headed out the door, it did feel a little creepy. I was going wig shopping and I don't even like clothes shopping! But hey, maybe I could end up with better hair! After all, I've spent a lot of time sporting some crazy hair... like you can see in this old photo! So I could end up with hair that doesn't hang in my face. And unlike this photo, I do at least have a mouth full of teeth!
Cancer to 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 17, 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!