Yes- yes I'm sure you are thinking the usual... Well! Sure! she must be worried about The "cancer" ! And so on and so on. Well yes. I am of course.
Mostly though if I'm being honest I actually worry about the following and variations of this:
When is that daing cancer card coming? You know the one I get to take out when i want to just get out of doing something like cleaning or just easily swiftly win an impossible argument. Boom take it out and game over, I win. You clean the bathroom not me. Don't think I didn't ask.
Will I look cute bald!? I suspect not folks.
Can I pull off that over the top overly blonde (ahem stripper) type wig Jennifer Anniston wears in The movie We are the millers? Yea Mmm not so much.
How the hell does anyone draw on eyebrows??! Seriously?! Like daily! Would I even need to? This will add a half hour a day at minimum to my morning routine just to get it right. Ill simply never leave the freaking house.
How many times do I have to go bra shopping? I have done some serious investing in some cute bras now and then I start all over? Goodness gracious.
Nothing real important yet just random thoughts screaming in my head. Questions of a vain women I guess. If you know me at all you know that these thoughts are real and not at all
me trying to be brave and put up some jokes to deflect. Nope. Sadly it's how I think
sometimes. (Shrug)
Once again, the overwhelming gratitude I feel that anyone even wants to know what's happening, takes the time out of an immensely busy day to write me and or read my blog is just astounding to me. I'm over flowing with feelings and love.
A small request? Please my family and friends do your best to process this (I do realize I had a head start in knowing) and catch up with me in the humor department. I'm afraid it's far too sad and serious and I may just go koo koo if it stays this way. I simply can't face things like that although I'm too painfully aware that everyone is different and has their very own process. I just feel strongly that this cancer doesn't get to take up all the space in the room. I can't let it.
So the MRI last night was an experience in itself and I promise deserves its own blog entry.
I will however tell you that once I donned the ridiculous wear for the test I promptly snapped some selfies to send off to a few people. You know to be sure I make this cancer thing look good.
Some of their responses:
1.You look hot!
2. don't try to twerk in that! you will fall and break your sweet azz!
3. lets pray to the medical community for an intervention from issac mizrahi to design some awesome silk or cashmere lovely colored medical wear.
Amen sista, amen.
I told you my friends were "helpful".
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This is my life right now. Not my whole entire life. Just right now. Quote: If you want to forget all your other troubles, wear too tight shoes. ~the houghton line, November 1965
Well there you have it! A sense of humor...the real Germaine, who dives in head first...and while in mid-air evaluates all angles and decides that hitting the water is a good idea. :) Beauty comes from the inside and hats, scarves and wigs will take care of the outer you. Save those bras or get ready to buy bigger ones. Reconstruction can be a wonderful thing and this time you get to pick the size. Just make sure they are in proportion to the rest of you or with a little help, you will be able to sit up! LOL And last but not least, you may have just found a new career...someone needs to start designing "medical wear" for the chic women out there who, like Private Benjamin, wants to know "does this come in any other color?" Stay strong beautiful girl and don't let this beat you down.
ReplyDeleteokay....that Anonymous person up there is Linda Andovich, who seems to be technologically challenged this morning.
ReplyDeleteHaha thank you Linda for coming and commenting. I appreciate it a great deal. Xoxox
ReplyDeleteWell sister i was gonna get all complicated and use a ruler and homemade srencils. Or you could use a fake mustache, cut it down and paste... ta da! Or go sans.
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