“While combing my hair now and wondering what dress to wear now, I say a little prayer for you…” Aretha Franklin

Seriously, I am combing my wig now and thinking what should I wear tomorrow. For a second, I was thinking of coming in my pajamas like the rest of the closet gang, but I think it would really freak the nurses out! Then, I thought why aren’t there fashion cancer closet consultants? These people should come and dress you before you go to the closet in the most fashionable ensemble with all accessories including shoes! Just think of the transformation! A make up consultant wouldn’t be so bad either. Who wouldn’t love some perfectly symmetrical stenciled eyebrows with the illusion of eyelashes?  This could be an idea for a business called, “say a little prayer for you”. You would think this already exists as it can really change your experience in the closet. At least, this has been my experience. Yes, most of these drugs put 99% of the people to sleep, so why shouldn’t you wear your pajamas? Hey, if you are fashionable while sleeping, then new patients who enter during the changing of the shifts will see you sleeping in a chic outfit. Closet cancer chic?

Until then, I am pre-drugged up and ready to go, but at this point it is looking like I will just be wearing my boots and nothing else. I am not a giant fan of relaxing music, but a big fan of music in general. Just ask Jim! When he plays some of his music, I usually make a strange face and he says, “okay, I’ll change it.”  You would think that I have expanded my musical genre selection since marrying Jim and screaming, “Jean Michel Jarre, Je t’adore” in Paris. Jim says he is decade impaired when it comes to music, but what would I call myself? As Jim loves to relax sitting in front of the giant speakers listening to “his” music, I finally understand as I sit on the bed and listen to the piano music of Ludovico Einaudi, “Divenire”. Is it that he is Italian? Is it the piano? At first, I wasn’t a believer that music can take you to another place, but now I believe or could it be the drugs? “Then I saw his face, now I’m a believer, not a trace of doubt in my mind.I’m in love, I’m a believer!”  I should go to sleep and dream of an outfit and hopefully, not dream of Neil Diamond!


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