Pure vanity

Now that my hair has started to grow and the salt and pepper locks make me look quite distingué, if you ask me, I wasn't sure what to do about the wig, which has started to slide off the growing mop. To make a decision, I visited the wig guru, Suzanne. She tightened something and put the thing back on, such that it would not leave my head. Do you wonder? Just look at these two pictures. Which one would you choose? The wig, right? Right! I don't think I am ready to look like Elizabeth Regina just yet. Vanity wins out every time.

Phew! With that problem solved I can now focus on getting down to a more acceptable weight. People tell me it's better to put on the weight than lose it during cancer therapy, but I am not so sure. I had plenty extra to lose to begin with. Hopefully, once I get my balance back, the weight will melt away. On Friday I finally start the Medical Qigong project I've signed on for about three months ago. It's twice a week, and even if that in itself doesn't shift the weight, I plan to walk to the hospital (2km), which will. Also, I am writing a meal diary for the cancer nutritionist, so she can advise me about my eating habits. (No, I am not cutting out the ice cream!)

As to the gum infection, I found an old script for antibiotics and got some, so now it's settling down and I am beginning to feel more human.