Wiggy

Okay, I didn’t get to post again because I was too busy chatting with my new chemo friend, Renee. Renee is the new lady mentioned in the earlier post who was quite anxious about this whole cancer thing—sheesh, I can’t understand why after the pep talk crazy talk-too-much-lady gave her in the waiting room. I gave her my contact info, including this page, so she might even visit me here. (Hi Renee!) Friends, please keep my friend Renee in your prayers as she copes with her first round of chemo, and with all of the scary cancer stuff.After chemo, I went to visit the wigs again. This time I took the camera. Oh yeah, you know I’ll do just about anything for a laugh. So please enjoy the pictures I’m uploading and let me know what you think. Incidentally, I did order a wig, but somehow I don’t have a picture of that one. Oops! I guess you’ll all just have to be in suspense.

I’m thinking, though that the wig is probably more likely to be used when my hair is growing back in than now. Shoot! I’ve gotten so many compliments on the bald head—and I mean from complete strangers in Walmart, not the obligatory, unconditional, love-covers-a-multitude-of-follicles type of compliments that I get from my momma and the rest of the fam—I’m feelin’ mighty bold with my bald head. Yea me.

Live…From Chemo…

Live…from the chemo floor in beautiful Indianapolis, Indiana….it’s Tuesday afternoon!

Join me as I get my drip on like some kind of cancer-fightin’ superhero. Raaah! I may post a couple of different entries, just because when the steroids hit I’ll be all cross-eyed. Then when Hubster gets back with lunch I’ll be stuffing my face.

My day started up here with being stuck in the waiting room with a lady who spoke way too much. She wasn’t even talking to me, thankfully, but it was still so tiring. Very mopey, wanting to whine, and yet try to spin it as encouraging to another lady who is here for the first time and very scared. I wanted to say, “Clue, Lady, it’s not cool to tell scared newbies about so-and-so who DIED from breast cancer!” Arrgghh!

To be continued when I’m no longer cross-eyed…