My first hairless day (Saturday) started off pretty well. My swim lifted my spirits and it was a treat to shower and deal with no shampoo or blowdrying. But, the time I saved there was lost as I pondered over all my head options. I wore an orange bandana for an hour, a pretty flowered "cap" for another hour, my "flapper hat" for a while, my half-wig with a tennis hat and finally my wig.
Then we both laughed and I winced, when we realized I haven't met my stylist. She may just adore my wig and rave about the volume and tell me that no improvements are needed. So now I have to worry for a week. By evening I was very grumpy. I was spooked by seeing my eerie bald image in the mirror. I didn't like anything on my head, either. I decided I just wouldn't leave my house or socialize... ever. Except I have chemo on Tuesday and a shot appointment on Wednesday. Dang. I'm going to be one of those people in the waiting room that I've secretly eyed... in their awkward wigs and hats.
Then I got a text at 6 pm, from the mom of these adorable kids. She wanted to know if Don and I would be up for dinner on Sunday? I wrote back that I wasn't brave enough to face the world... She said we could do dinner at the house and no hair was required. (Yikes, I was planning on playing hermit for a while.) But, I said yes after she sent me a photo of her family. (not this one) I realized, if I have to make my debut in the world (wearing I'm not sure what?) then what better way to do it. I'm ready for some hugs from these kids!
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 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!