It's good that I have choices. Nobody is making me do anything. I don't have to do chemo, even. I can decide. But sometimes I want to have someone just tell me what to do from start to finish. Even before starting treatment, I'm feeling wishy washy about decisions of any kind. Do I want to take the drug Nuelasta when I've heard about bone pain? Do I want to wear sweatpants or something nicer to my first chemo?
I do have a lot of tennis hats I could wear. This is a cap I tried on in the Cure & Co. salon, on top of a half wig. That hair looks a lot like my own.
Or, I could just wear one of those silly hats that comes with a pony tail hanging down!
Then we have the scarf option! And I remembered how Don and I wore matching scarves at Big Bend National Park to keep the swarming bugs off our heads. Hey, we can be twins, again. Don could either buy a wig with me, or we could get matching scarves.
And here's one more idea!
My dear friend, Lorie shared some advice about worrying over no hair.
I may not look sexy, but they make me giddy and happy! Thanks, Lorie!!
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!