artist4perry wrote:This one is for a dear Friend who is going through chemo right now as we speak...she tends to lurk here.
Best of luck to you, Friend of Ginger. True story to give you a giggle - my kid sister had sarcoma (bone cancer) as a teenager, and chemo made all her hair fall out. She used to wear a wig or a head scarf, but was pretty open and upbeat about it all. She was out with some friends of hers, and her wig was making her scalp itch, so she lifted it up to have a quick scritch, and a little girl, maybe 4 or 5 saw her do it.
"Mummy," says the little girl, "that lady can take her hair off!"
'Mummy' looked over, realised Kath had lost her hair from chemo and promptly shushed the little girl with a highly embarrassed look on her face. Now this really annoyed Kath, because as she saw it, the little girl now thought it was something to be ashamed and embarrassed about, instead of a side effect of life-saving treatment. So my sister, channelling the family nutcase gene, decided to have some fun. Every time 'Mummy' looked away, Kath would lift the wig like she was raising a hat old-time style, and pulled a manic grin, waggling her eyebrows. Little girl, Kath and her friends are all laughing hysterically and 'Mummy' can't work out what the hell is going on.
Why treat life as a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving in an attractive & well-preserved body? Get there by skidding in sideways, a glass of wine in one hand, chocolate in the other, body totally worn out, screaming WOOHOO! What a ride!