How to Get Out of the Funk

I am recovering my mojo, though I have almost no hair That damn Chemo stuff took it away, and one day it was not there And it really did fall out in a matter of days Almost comical your mind says HEY! And despite being a woman, I feel I look like a man A bit embarrassing you see, it was not in my plan I had worn the "cold cap" that supposedly preserved it in health But while they were nuking my body, they nuked it to hell So I wear those funny hippy hats now, those slouchy knitted caps that you see And I do my best and pretend they don't see I know it grows back, but there is embarrassment still And it may come back curly.. good lord a new hairstyle I will But for now it's an inch, and a little sparse on top And for a while before it all came out it was an Albert Einstein mop! I kinda laughed horrified when it went to that point And well, I now smoke those pot joints It helps with the nausea which I still have and it relaxes me on the things that make me sad See I just lost an ex business partner to hospital error and that played my sleep, her wife in despair. Losing my hair is nothing compared to that loss. I know it down deep, I have suffered that cost. And so now, I laugh at the vanity hit and put makeup on when I need to look fit And I still run around braless you see because well I am a heathen, societies freed And if dignity was bent by the small sacrifice I project my personality and suffer that cost Keep swimming, Keep swimming... Like what Dory said That's my motto that sings in my head How to get out of the funk. Artimus (C) 2/3/24 Susan Manley Inspired by Rebecca Heineman , my friend, former business partner who lost her spouse Jennell Jaquays.