I was initially diagnosed with ovarian cancer in July of 2006.Cancer is an old nemesis to our family. None of us did anything to cause this to come our way but, nonetheless, we have had to clean up it’s messes time and again. When you are the person diagnosed it certainly changes your perspective.I became guilt ridden and a bit overly concerned with making sure other people were comfortable with my diagnosis and treatment.
Believe me, I have a wide variety of wigs, hats and scarves and have used them all. I developed a heavier hand with makeup and the ability to ignore strangers for fear of the pity I might see in their gaze. I, eventually, with the help and of support from my family and friends at Gilda’s Club, came to understand that for my own mental health I needed to stop expending all that energy in that direction.