Friday, February 20, 2015
Run/ Walk/ Bike/ Elliptical (Today: 0.00 miles; Running Total: 177.37 miles)
Day 224 of *Another* 100 Days of Good Karma.
Hannah went scrounging through my closet and found a basket full of winter scarves. The winter scarves were mixed in with all of my chemo caps and the head scarves I wore when I was bald. She carried the basket out to me in the living room where I sat on the couch reading a book.
“Mommy, can I play with these?”
I looked up from the page. “Sure,” I said.
“Can I dress you up?”
“Sure,” I said. I set my book aside and she proceeded to wrap a scarf around my neck.
She pulled a head scarf out of the pile. “How do you put this on?” she asked, trying to pull it over her head. It stuck in all the wrong ways and her hair poked out the bottom.
I took the head scarf from her and demonstrated how to put it on by pulling it over my own head. I immediately felt uncomfortable. I didn’t like how it felt against the short hair that now covers my entire head. Also, I swear, that single scrap of cloth brought back all the nausea that came with chemotherapy.
I pulled it off my head and handed it back to her. “I don’t want to wear this one,” I said.
Hannah’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Oh! Can I have it?”
“Um, sure. I guess.”
She held up the basket. “Do you need these anymore?”
“I need the scarves that go around your neck,” I said looking into the basket. “But you can have the rest.”
“Really? I can keep them?”
“Sure. They’re all yours. I never want to look at them again.”
“Why?” Hannah asked, giving me a perplexed look.
I picked up my book and found the page I’d been reading when she came in with the basket. “I’ll explain it when you’re older. But you can have the head scarves.”
“Okay,” she said and carried the basket off.
For the rest of the night she played pirate with the head scarves. Every time she’d put one on she’d make an “ARRR” noise and squint one eye at me.
Today’s silver lining: I’m happy the scarves could be downgraded from necessity to playthings.
I’d much rather dolls and stuffed animals wear them than ever put them on my own head again.
What’s your silver lining today? I love comments!
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