Glamorous, I know. The week before surgery I ended up with pink eye, so on top of the bald head, I had to wear my glasses. A post-run shopping outing with a toddler on my back? I couldn’t have felt less fabulous. But how could you not smile at this scene? And I love all those smiles! Babies and really little kiddos were a little afraid of me at first, and elementary kids tended to stare for a while, and I can’t blame them for that. But as soon as I’d smile and act normal, they got over it. Thankfully, I never felt like I got too many pity-filled glances from adults. But what I loved—the young adults who told me I could really rock a bald head, and the old ladies—they were the best. I’m betting many of them saw themselves or their friends in the first glimpse of my bald head and smiled to encourage me. Little old ladies love a bald girl, but it turns out they’re a little less enthusiastic when they’re trying to figure out if I’m growing out my post-chemo hair or if I’m sporting a lesbian-chic look! I don’t get nearly as much old lady love now that I’ve got enough hair to put product in! (And speaking of hair, Sally and I went on a photo session/adventure yesterday, I’ll be sure to post some pics of my sleek new ‘do when she passes them along!)
This is the first in a series of what I’ll miss from my time as a cancer patient. I know cancer is a serious thing, not everyone tolerates treatment well, and not everyone recovers. I don’t mean to offend by making light of a serious subject. These posts are just a glimpse of my efforts to make the best of my situation—to find the silver linings wherever I can.