Recently, I discovered my early German ancestors lived in a place once called "Wigmodia." Considering my current bald status perhaps I am being led by my roots (literally) to place a covering resembling hair atop my head. But a little history lesson first (no groans from the peanut gallery, please). Curiosity is a terrible thing to waste. Ancient Egyptian, typically men, often kept their cool with close shaven heads, However, the romantic ladies liked something to run their fingers. Coverings, created from animal fur and other natural sources, became the norm. Nothing says ‘I love you’ like slapping on plaited papyrus held in place with beeswax. Should the object of desire be wealthy, it was customary to place a dollop of animal fat on the outside of the wig. Imagine snuggling up to that on a hot night in Alexandria? Other cultures from the Assyrians to the Greeks and Romans found wigs appealing, as did Asians. Then the fad died out until the 16 th...
When cancer is diagnosed, changes occur. This is my 2nd battle with the Beast. Yet, I refuse to let it define my entire life. I've endured major surgery, radiation, chemo and now immunotherapy for my current endometrial cancer. Am I hopeful? You bet! This blog is mostly based on my findings. I invite you to come along for some tumor humor, shed a tear, share a thought or alleviate fears. We're all in this together. Best, Linda B. Contact me at words4sail@gmail.com
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