Feb
Dear Lady
Posted in to the public | No Comments »Dear Random Lady,
because you are ALWAYS a lady, never a man
I did not have cancer. I do not have cancer. I do not care about your husband, your brother, your father, your best friend’s husband’s father’s brother who is a survivor. I am bald. I was sick. Now I’m not. My life is not stalled. I am a normal chick. Like yours, my blood can clot. Except that I learned that value of life and the lack of value in medicine at an early age, I am the same as you. So what if I wear a hat or a scarf. So what if my hair is only a few inches long. One foot at a time, I put my shoes on. That’s nice that you think you know. It’s nice that you try to empathize. But when I’m out with my friends, on a normal weekend, while we’re joking and eating and having a good ole time, please, I beg you, please: Do not interrupt to remind. I know that I look different but that’s not who I am. Just leave me alone, Madam! Your life is not mine. You do not understand. I may be bald, but my life is grand. My friends are swell, my family is great, my fiance is the best mate! I don’t know what you’ve been through, Lady, but it’s different than me. Please, stop randomly reminding me that I’m bald.
Sincerly,
The Bald Lady of a Halfway Normal Lifestyle