I have several items to write about but…for now in brief:
I just had my first working lunch with a donor where I was wearing a wig. I didn’t realize how awkward I feel in a wig pretending like I’m not wearing a wig. It feels strangely inauthentic. Both the donor and the faculty member present know about my cancer battle and as we said our goodbyes asked how I was doing. I just blurted it out, “I’m doing great but I feel really weird wearing this wig!” I was assured I wore it well but I felt the tears jumping to my eyes. I’m happy I caught them. I’m not sure why it feels shameful to be wearing a wig. Logical Sandra says that makes absolutely no sense. So, after it was all over, I realized, wow, I am braver than I realized.
Also, if you go to lunch with three men remember ain’t nobody gonna tell you you have a ball of goat cheese on your face. Just sayin’.
😂 luv ya chica!
I love your frown! So expressive! Sorry you had to endure the cheese — I would’ve told you.😜
So true! What I see on my inside is not what others see on my outside. 😬