The other day Dwain and I scanned a catalog that the American Cancer Society gave me, "tlc." I guess that stands for Tender Loving Care. They have all sorts of lovely hats, scarves, post-surgical necessities (oh how I wish I'd seen this catalog before my mastectomy because they feature a brand new item: surgical drain belt with pockets. For those who have dealt with the horrors of drain tubes, you will know precisely what I'm talking about. If you're about to get a mastectomy or know someone who is, you've got to check this out. A life-saver, if you ask me.), bras and foam breast forms, and so so so many wigs. I asked Dwain to help me find a wig that didn't look too "wiggy." We looked and looked. Dwain made big Xs over the ones he disliked the most. We finally decided on the wig pictured below. The color will be rich brown with golden highlights (the one pictured is light reddish brown).
I can prepare for most things. My parents instilled a strength in me about everything, including sickness; if you're sick, go to bed, take your medicine, take care of yourself, get well and then go on. Don't linger. Don't enjoy being sick. Believe me, I don't enjoy being sick. That said, how do you prepare for the unknown? How do you prepare your mind for such a thing as this?