Going out bald, without a hat is a great liberator. I am not sure how else to describe it. But yesterday, I was so hot – I ripped off my hat and sat in the shade on the Rhein.
I felt good. I could feel people glaring at me and then looking away. What were they thinking?
Was I a freak?
Was I a hippy?
Did I have cancer?
Who knows! But I don’t feel strangely bizarre or even sensational. I was hot. I took my hat off. I don’t have any hair because chemotherapy blasted it off my head .....
I should also illustrate the strange burning sensation that I feel in my left breast. The pain is bearable, but I can’t sleep at night as my skin is getting hard, black and uncomfortable.... but there is something much more terrifying than that.
When you lie on the cold metal slab getting ready your radiation treatment all is fine. When the huge metal arms of the machine start moving over you – it’s a bit scary – but manageable.
What I don’t like is when the machine starts to work it sounds like a microwave. If you close your eyes tight enough you can even smell your skin burning.
It smells like roast chicken.
I smell like roast chicken.
Great!
I always thought that human flesh tasting like chicken was an urban myth, so thanks for clearing that up for us ;->
Yay for bald [women's] liberation!
Ratna
Posted by: Ratna | June 04, 2010 at 05:05 PM