Tag: 12 Wigs of Christmas

I’m really glad I took these photos a couple of days ago, because I simply wasn’t up for it today. I’m tired. The bags under my eyes are looking for my passport. I changed from my robe to my pajamas around 11 am and I’ve been wearing them ever since. In my defense, they’re new…

“Giving voice to what is inner is essential to surviving what is outer.” That quote is from today’s reading in “The Book of Awakening.” (affiliate link) A wonderful friend sent me this daily dose of wisdom, written by cancer survivor Mark Nepo, shortly after I received my diagnosis. It’s been a balm, frequently calming my…

When Jim and I began dating I was a bona fide city girl. He, who lived in Kane County, claims that I said I would never, ever move to the suburbs. I’m pretty sure what I said was that I’m a city girl. I wasn’t opposed to the suburbs; I just loved living in the…

Today a friend of mine shared that his doctor told him he had three to five years to live; a second opinion gave him a decade. It was only a few weeks ago that he learned he had stage four colorectal cancer. He’s the second friend of ours to be diagnosed with that disease, at…

Playing dress-up has never been my thing. I’ve never been much of a fashionista, and one look at my closet will prove that I’m not one now. It’s color-coded, which might be impressive except for the fact that my clothes are red, black, and some shade of green. I have a few white and a…

Ho Ho Ho! HAIRY Christmas! One of the most well-known, obvious, public, and dramatic side effects of cancer and chemotherapy is hair loss. Alopecia doesn’t occur with all types of chemo, but it frequently does with Adriamycin-Cytoxan, or AC, which is often used for breast cancer. That means women get a double-whammy: not only can…