If life gives you lemons, make sure you’ve got some vodka in the freezer, because lemonade without vodka is boring.
Posted by wendy on 2011/03/30
Occasionally, I like to look on the bright side of my situation. So, today, I am going to make some hard lemonade and share it with you.
I have discovered an unending wellspring of support and love in both likely and unlikely places. People I’ve never met have knitted me hats, sent me little gifts and cards to cheer me up–I’ve had countless emails offering support and well-wishes from so many people–it’s humbling and overwhelming and nearly impossible to articulate how appreciative I am and how much of my strength has come from this knowledge.
Along those lines..I’ve met the most amazing women since this happened. Women who’ve been through it, women who are going through it–they make me laugh and think and they give me hope. I really love that. Granted, I have no doubt we’d all much rather be able to bond over our love of shoes/scrapbooking/stamp collections/whatever, but just the same, I’m glad to have found them.
I no longer have to shop in expensive specialty shops for bras. That first trip into Victoria’s Secret to buy a cute little padded bra (courtesy of my fabulous friend, Brenda, who immediately sent me a gift certificate when she found out about my diagnosis and pending surgery)? Well, that was super fun. And, then–a huge revelation for me was finding a Calvin Klein bra for $6.99 in TJ Maxx. INSANE, people. I used to pay $60 for my bras on a good sale day. I love that I can walk into Target and pull a cute little 36C off the rack for $10.
And, clothes! ooo..I’ve discovered that my inner fashionista is actually coming out to play more and more. When you don’t have any hair, you’ve gotta work everything else just a wee bit more, I think. And, there is the added bonus that my wig is already styled, so the usual half-hour/hour I used to spend on my hair before going out has been cut to pretty much nothing. I’ve always been pretty firmly against showing up at Walmart or the grocery store in your sweats (Seriously–M makes fun of me because he says I dress up for doctor’s appointments like I’m going on a date–he’s not entirely wrong, although I’m less likely to wear my super sexy lacy bras to see my oncologist. I like her a lot, but not *that* much), but I’ve discovered I pay even more attention now. I’ve become very detail-oriented with jewelry, shoes, bags. I like exploring this side of me.
I’ve also found this experience to be a validation of the lifestyle changes I made last year. 2010, aka The Year of Getting Fit, was an important year for me. Had I not lost weight, I may not have found the lump in my breast. All those months of daily workouts and getting in shape were instrumental in my ability to heal quickly from my surgeries, and I firmly believe that it’s made chemo much easier for me than it otherwise would have been.
Artistically, it’s been fun to play around with my shiny bald head. One does not get the opportunity to bedazzle one’s head very often, I think. There are days I cannot face a camera, but the times that I have felt well enough to do it, I’ve been pretty pleased with the results–and since I am freakishly into documenting stuff, I think it will be nice to have something to look back on and smile about.
So, you know–good things have come from this. I try to keep that in mind when I start to feel dark.