That's me on the far right holding an Easter basket, wearing a hat, of course. We all were (except my cousin Steve). The other children in the picture are (left to right) cousins: Shelley & Steve, My sister Susan eating a piece of candy; she never could wait, cousin Vickey, freezing in the back, Kim, the baby cousin in the front, and then back to me.
But it was my cousin Kim who insisted, Megan, why don't you just get a bunch of fun hats to wear? When I lived in Orlando, we used to give hat parties to our friends who had to go through chemo. Hats are way cooler (especially, I thought, when you live in hot, humid Florida) and lots more fun than having to wear a wig all the time.
So that's what Dwain and I did. We went hat shopping. In fact, not only did we purchase hats, we dug around here at home and found several older hats. I even found beautiful black velveteen hat that belonged to my very own mother.
That's bald me on the far right (again) and my cousin Shelley sitting on my grandmother's lap. Sadly, bald just doesn't look adorable on this end of the age game. Bet my grandmother would still love me anyway, don't you think?
Why all the interest in hats? Well, according to my calendar, my days of shampooing and conditioning are limited, at best. If what everyone tells me is true, by the end of the week, I will need hats in the worst way. Check out the recent post by Connie, my new friend and neighbor, from Bentonville, AR. She's just ahead of me in her chemo treatments. You'll see her new "do," her new hat, and her new "I Hate Chemo" pin. She's adorable.
Dwain and I spent Saturday afternoon trying on hats and taking pictures. Come with us, take the tour...