egghead

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About me

Gender Female
Location Toronto
Introduction I didn’t shave my head by choice. My hair was going to fall out anyway, thanks to side effects from chemotherapy. So I went for the pre-emptive shave with my partner Jim and a half bottle of French champagne. As a bald person, a whole world has opens up. The new universe includes wig fittings, make-up classes, steroid adventures, and checking the Christmas turkey without melting my fake hair. Then came radiation and the return of the hair. To me, it was fantastic, but to the rest of the world I looked like a gerbil. Then I looked like my grandpa. Then finally, like me. Fast forward a few months and I’m facing another surgery. DIEP, this time. Or as my sister says, ‘Boob job and a tummy tuck’. In a nutshell, the surgery replaces the tissue in my breasts with the fat from my belly, thereby giving me fresh new boobs, untouched by disease. My posts are daily events, hopefully offering knowledge, or just to entertain. I have no intention of getting morose, and I promise not to use the word ‘journey’, or any word with more than four syllables. The two main men in my life, Jed (the basset hound), and Jim (the human), both have one-syllable names. So that makes things easier.