MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER
It looks like a medical supply company puked up its inventory in my parents’ bedroom. There’s a wheelchair and a walker and a transfer tub bench. Large white bags are stashed in corners and in the closet, piled on top of the hamper and side tables.
Each bag includes ileostomy supplies. Some we got from the nurses at Sloan, others were ordered by our hospice nurse. We have at least half a dozen boxes of latex gloves. Three types of pouches. Creams and powders for skin care. Adhesives to secure the bag to the stoma. Something called a wafer. Surgical tape and scissors. Bottles of saline. Baby wipes and alcohol wipes. Five sizes of gauze. The word clusterfuck comes to mind.
I sort and pile supplies on a cart while Mom naps on the couch with Chloe’s head in her lap. Excess supplies get stuffed back into bags that I heap in a corner. One of the bags tips over and its contents spill out onto the floor.
While retrieving the supplies, I find the journal I made for Mom three years ago.
See, before Mom was officially diagnosed, I went shopping for cancer.
What would you do if you had to a chance to live your life again? This is just one of the questions in my wife’s latest post.
Why I Don’t Wear Make-Up
I don’t know how or where “No Make-up Mondays” originated.
Girls and women are encouraged to forgo make-up on Mondays and post bare-faced pictures of themselves on social media. Sports Illustrated models Brooklyn Decker, Chrissy Teigen and Julie Henderson, among other celebrities, have tweeted pictures of themselves sans make-up for the movement. The news anchors for the Today show braved an hour of live television without make-up to talk about body image. (And promptly ran backstage to be made up at the end of the hour).
In September of 2010, the website nomoredirtylooks.com listed the following rules for No Make-up Mondays: “No mascara, no lipstick, no blush, no foundation, no nothing. But we’re making a small exception for a little concealer if you have a zit or two you want to hide.”