THAT WAS THEN…
(June 2017): Chemo, radiation, chemo, radiation–my friend has battled the ravaging effects of cancer for the better part of a year, now. She’s managed to stave off the inevitable hair loss, but given her increasingly aggressive treatments, it came as no surprise to either of us that molting season had finally arrived–for my friend and her pinniped pal, Freckles.
“No way am I going to wear a wig,” she said.
“Of course not.”
She’s a bare-faced beauty, 100% natural. Synthetic hair? Don’t be silly.
“I’ll still be me,” she said. “If someone doesn’t want to see my bald head, not a problem. They don’t have to look at me!”
“Yep,” I said. “But hey! You could decorate your scalp with temporary tattoos…”
Red Sox logos, we agreed, would be just the ticket.
AND THIS IS NOW…
Freckles is back to his sleek, handsome self.
And my friend is sporting a new look.
The face of a champion, nearing the one-year anniversary of her first cancer treatment.
A lifelong Red Sox fan. A warrior woman, with unflinching courage. A winner.
Extra innings? No problem! Surprise plays? Easily handled. Grit, determination and a healthy dose of humor…these are her superpowers, and my friend’s using everything in that arsenal to beat back cancer.
Want to place your bets on the winning team? Lay odds on her.
No question in my mind: She’s got this.