Vision In Red

I’ve mentioned that I’m suddenly dealing with a rash. I’m a bit self-conscious about it, maybe even more than the fact that I have no hair on my head. I know that chemotherapy, at least in theory, is supposed to possibly save my life (sounds like I’m still having second thoughts about putting all this poison in my system) but good grief, it sure does mess with a woman’s self-esteem. I’ve never been one to retouch up my makeup in public or brush out my hair more than once a day, but still, I’ve been feeling a bit uglier than usual.

I put my crabby self into the car and drove over to Coupeville to meet with my writing group. A fellow writer–who happens to be a photographer in addition to being a writer–started gushing when I saw her, telling me that I was stunning, a vision in red. Who, me? Was the lady blind?

“You were standing there in your red scarf [that’s right, I’m bald], the sun was shining on your head [blocking me from a clear view?], and your eyes just stood out [there’s not much else to see on a bald person]. You were absolutely stunning… it was breathtaking.”

Of course, I can’t just take a compliment. I have to start questioning. “Are you sure it was me?” She reassured me that it was and that my face was glowing. I told her it was the coconut oil I’ve been slathering on my dry skin.

So, it looks like I need to keep wearing red, continue my coconut oil regime, and learn to accept a compliment. Maybe, when my hair grows back, I’ll have the confidence to have her snap my portrait.

 

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