Wanted: words of wisdom
First things first: this past month I’ve been a busy gal with lots of doctor visits, scans, blood work, blah, blah, and as of yesterday (my last appointment), I’m clean as a whistle! As my hematologist-oncologist said, my results are “boring”! It’s hard to believe four years I was just finishing up chemo and starting radiation. . . .
While Better Half and I were in the hotel lobby Monday night, there were two couples sitting at the table next to us. We saw that painfully familiar sight of a beautiful woman, very pale, wearing an oh-so-familiar hat because she didn’t have an ounce of hair. We started hearing snippets of the conversation and it became obvious that both women were cancer patients as they were using only words someone familiar with cancer would know.
I’m not a shy person; ask Better Half and my friends. As we got up to leave, I walked over to the table, crouched at eye level, and said I was so disappointed because four years ago I thought I was the cutest bald woman in the world, but obviously now my title was being relinquished. I got the shocked, acknowledged look and laugh, and then we talked. The two couples did not know each other; they had just met at the hotel. The women both have multiple myeloma. One traveled from Ohio and the other Alabama. I felt bad that I “only” had breast cancer. I told them they both looked beautiful, and we laughed about the joy of not having to shave your legs during chemo. No plucking those darn hairs that pop up out of nowhere!
My question: is it wrong for me to “force” myself upon other cancer victims? I don’t know the Emily Post etiquette on this subject. I only know that when I first lost my hair a kind woman came up to me (while Better Half was helping me try on hats) and told me how beautiful I looked and assured me my hair would indeed grow back as her’s had. I was so grateful to her.