Today was the first time I went to Church with my new hairlessness. I got up and got ready and put on the short wig. With my head freshly shaved it was pretty uncomfortable but I wasn’t ready to just wear a hat or scarf. So I came out in the wig, tugging and scratching and Terry said, you will look fine with just the hat on. I wasn’t sure I was ready but I went in just a hat. I can’t begin to tell you how uncomfortable I was. I’m not sure why. Vanity I guess. I should have know of all people my Church family wasn’t going to see me with or without hair. They just saw me as me. Terry has been telling me from the beginning that I’m the only one who’s having a problem with me not having hair. The people who care about me don’t care. The people who don’t know me probable realize what’s going on and I might even get an extra prayer or two. But it was still hard. I wasn’t myself. I felt uncovered…almost shy, if you can believe that! I’m not sure how to describe it. But after Mass several people stopped to see how I was feeling including my ex-in laws. Even the choir director who just had knee replacement surgery came across the Church to see how I was doing and to give me a hug. I know it’s just me but when the only thing you really liked about yourself is stripped away, it’s hard to handle. I’m really going to be screwed if my eye lashes fall out! Lol just kidding.
After Mass it was off to work. Terry and Rylee brought me breakfast. Honestly the only thing I wanted was ice and milk. Some times it’s the only thing that makes me feel better. I wasn’t like nauseous but just feeling a little punk. So when they came in with breakfast, the ice and milk was the first thing I went too. I know people think I’m crazy but all my life if I’ve not felt good, ice cold milk and saltine crackers were my go too. When I was pregnant and had morning sickness, I went through a gallon of milk every 2 to 3 days. After breakfast I went to check out the property before it got too hot. Nothing going on so I came back to the office and a man walked in asking about renting a unit. He said he owned a local business and just needed it for a couple of months. We got to talking and he said he’d moved down from Corning NY. I laughed and told him my dad was from a small town close by and that I have family from Corning. I asked if he knew any Grimaldi’s and he said, like Larry and Sue Grimaldi? And Peggy Grimaldi. I’m bug eyed now and said they are my cousins. We talked for several minutes and even took a picture together and sent it to Larry. It’s a small world is what he kept saying. He was such a nice man. It was obvious to him that I was bald and he offered to pray for me. I just thanked him. For the rest of the day I couldn’t help but think of old times visiting my grandparents in Savona, NY And visits to my aunt and uncles house in Corning. Wow it’s been a long time! My cousin Toms wedding was the last time I was there. I think my daughter was 2 and she’s 34 now. Good times.
After work, it was home for dinner. We watched Mauna and ran to the grocery store. Now I’m in bed and ready to go to sleep.
My blessing today was meeting Bryan and the flood of memories that wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t met him.