The damn radiation treatment is finally over. The chest area affected is slowly healing, and my wife is feeling less discomfort as each day goes by.
On the bright side, her hair is growing back rapidly, and she looks like she has a pixie haircut. Back in the sixties girls cut their hair to about an inch long, and they looked like pixies. My wife went to college in Richmond, Virginia, and did not have her mother looking over her shoulder and telling her every move to make anymore, so she celebrated her independence with a pixie cut.
I went to college in Texas so unfortunately I never got to see her pixie in person, but she did have photographs. Now, she cut her hair as soon as she arrived for the fall semester so it would all grow out by the time she went home for the Christmas holidays so her mother would not have a conniption fit. In fact, I don’t think she ever showed the picture to her mother so the protectress of all things respectful never knew her daughter deliberately almost went bald just for the giggles of it. Her mother passed on more than ten years ago, so I suppose it’s safe to talk about the pixie hair cut in public without fear of private recriminations.
Personally, I think she looks just as cute now with her pixie as she did in the college picture, except back then she wore a miniskirt. If she decides she wants to keep the pixie, I’ll go shopping with her to pick out a miniskirt to match.