With my wig, fighting spirit, and sense of humor I have been able to "disguise" my illness. When we went to Hawaii I did not wear my wig. Outside of my small world how would people react to such short hair? I had a few comments, "Love the short hair". Based on this, I made the decision to stop wearing my wig. I was fearful of the reactions I might receive. One person who told me I didn't appear sick in September has totally avoided me. My not wearing the wig is a visual reminder to those who know me that I am still fighting. The most poignant reaction was from one of my more difficult students. She took one look at me Monday morning and said, "Mrs. Marston, you are beauuutiful." The sincerity behind these words astonished me.
It follows no rules. Here today, gone tomorrow, back again? No one knows. I do wish people would stop asking about my chance at life. This disease doesn't care if you are young or old, have young children or grown children, fight or not fight. It doesn't fight fairly and claimed another life - unfairly yesterday. She was a young mother, and she fought with everything she had. I did not know this woman. But we were comrades in the same war, fighting the same battle.
One small battle won, one huge battle lost...an unending war.
Make Pink Tough and Expect Great Things
Saturday, January 9, 2010
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