Really! On Monday of this week I went to a class at the Highline Cancer Center where I receive my treatment. The class is called Look Good, Feel Better and it is put on by the American Cancer Society and the American Cosmetics industry. It is pretty much a make-over class with tips for women going through treatment. The gift you get there, besides the tips, is a make up bag filled with very high end products (Estee Lauder, Dior etc) that they say the value is about $400. I googled the products when I got home and they were correct. Since I tend to wear a head scarf most days (I do have a lovely little short wig that I’m just not ready to wear yet that I bought when I was first told I would need chemo) the presenter asked if I had gotten my free wig. They have a room behind the gift shop that has wigs and hats that are free to the women in treatment who have hair issues (either completely lost their hair or it’s only beginning to grow back). Well, I’m not usually there when it’s open because of their limited hours and only open when I’m getting my treatment. So I had time when the class was over and stopped in. The walls are lined with shelves of wigs in every style and color. And this red one called to me. It was the first I tried on and I walked out wearing it.
That is also the makeup from the make-over. Not much different than my usual makeup…just a lot more expensive if I’d had to pay for it.
The wig is the most beautiful shade of red….okay, I have been saying that in real life it’s the color of an Irish Setter dog. I love that color and back in my 20’s I dyed my hair that color. Until L’Oreal stopped the shade and I decided it was too much trouble trying to duplicate it and went back to my dark blond/mousy brown. Funny, it may have been a prophesy of something to come…the shade was called Venetian Titian.
I love it and so do the friends I’ve shared the pictures with. And considering that it has been an otherwise bad week because the neuropathy is really getting me down I needed a treat. And sorry but I don’t have the energy to clean the mirror so the smudges are on the mirror as I take these pictures in my bathroom mirror with a “real” camera. Not a phone. I use my phone for calls and now that I’m finally in the 20th, if not the 21st century, texting.
Yes, I’m still upbeat and I know I am more than halfway through the chemo and my prognosis is really good but…
I’m only 67 and really tired of walking like I’m 90. The numb toes from the neuropathy throw off my balance so I walk very, very slowly with a cane. I’m driving because I’m not dizzy but even a mundane trip to the grocery store is extremely tiring. I have to rest when I get home before I can put things away and this morning I thought I was going to have to ask them for a chair while I was waiting to check out. Sometimes I have to rest for an hour before I can start putting the stuff away. Usually I manage to get the frozen stuff put away faster than that. The cat food still isn’t put away from this morning…it’s still in the bags in my shopping trolley that I had to have a neighbor help me get up my three (yes, only 3) back steps. If he hadn’t been coming out the door I would have called my friend in the complex to come help me.
I have always been a very independent person but I am learning to ask for help. After all, I need it.
Okay, that’s my gripe. I feel better getting it out. No, I’m not going through chemo as beautifully as I thought I was. The red rash on my hands is getting better with the prescription I’ve been using. I found mixing the L-Glutamine powder with Greek yogurt is easier than trying to mix it with juice and drink it but I’m doing it both ways. I can only eat so much yogurt in a day. If you mix it with juice you have to keep stirring or you end up with grit at the bottom of the glass. It is tasteless so doesn’t change the taste of what you put it in. I have not noticed it making the neuropathy better but at least it is not getting worse. That’s a good thing.
I’ll leave you this week with another lovely picture from the City of My Dreams.
And dear Diavolo sends purrs for all of your prayers. He is doing well.