Afterthoughts

     One of the effects of cancer and having chemo is losing one's hair.  When I had breast cancer and I lost my hair, my hairdresser loaned me a wig. I also received one as a gift. Plus, through the kindness of the Longview cancer center I was blessed with another one. Choosing if I should wear the red, brunette, or blonde wig became an adventure. My mother happened to be in a nursing home for physical therapy at the time.  Each day I would visit her.  On one of my visits, a young man in a wheelchair came to our table and asked, "Where is your sister today?" Thinking he was joking, I told him I left her at home. Later he came back and explained that my husband (who happened to be with me that day) told him that it wasn't my sister he was seeing but me with a different colored wig on.  While we were laughing, a woman in the office had overheard our conversation and informed us that she also thought it was my sister. People treated me different whe...