Day 9 after chemo. Yesterday was good. I had energy to bring the bins in (I was knackered and Rick wanted to do it but I told him I need the exercise) I also felt more positive than I had in a long time.
So feeling a bit more brave, and in accordance with advice from my counsellor to stop over thinking things and worrying about everyone else, I decided to embrace my nude nut and let the neighbours see the new me.
Thanks to mother nature's insistence on keeping the cooler weather today, I have been known to throw a bit of a hissy fit each time I have to go out. I have patterned scarves and patterned tops, but I don't have plain scarves and I can't wear them with patterned tops. The wig doesn't fit as well now that I have no hair (should have shaved it then tried it on), so I have to tighten it to fit and then it starts to be uncomfortable, glasses don't slide underneath it to fit comfortably, and its bloody hot thanks to ... oh yeah..... hot flashes thanks to the chemo. Chemo you can kiss my bald ass as well. I'd finished with these things. But no, you decide to bring them back. F You! Now where was I?? Oh yeah, going out and making sure my head was covered tends to lead to mini meltdowns and running late.
I had been concerned about how to tell the little ones next door about my hair... the why's and the questions... I had been concerned of frightening them of tales of medicines that make your hair fall out. So taking the advice of my lovely counsellor, I decided to let them see it and go from them, knowing that their lovely mum would explain anything that troubled them. We headed off down the front paddock to turn hoses and sprinklers off, and sure enough the kids spotted us and over they ran to the fence calling for us for our usual afternoon chat about what they did that day. So I took a deep breath, let the breeze waft gently through my..... prickles.... and headed over. Half way there they realised something was amiss. All I could hear was DONNA YOUR HAIR IS MISSING! They thought it was hilarious. So when I got to the fence (it was a big paddock) they were very excited to tell me about my missing hair. I looked at them, put on my most shocked face and replied "My hair is MISSING???!!!!" I turned to Rick and said "Did you know my hair was missing!!??" The girls giggled and I laughed and asked them if they wanted to touch it. The youngest did, and thought it was funny, the eldest not so much but still lots of giggles, then they decided it was more important to tell me their news from their day. And that was that. Now I can sit at my dam, watch the fish and turtles and ducks and not worry about scaring the bejeesus out of the kids.
It's a shame as adults, we have to over think, second guess and worry about offending others (yes that's a dig at political correctness) It would be nice if we could just acknowledge an issue, then all get back in the sandpit and play nicely together.
So here is my latest selfie. Me and my nude nut enjoying the late afternoon and our veggie garden. One day, I'll be brave enough to say "stuff it" and just head out without a scarf a hat OR a wig! |
| Big fish! |
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| These two still need to grow a bit |
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| Squirt the turtle!!!! Crush was hiding |
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