This is me. In desperation I have bought three different conditioners for my hair. They all smell wonderful, but I’m not sure they are making my dry winter hair look more presentable. My hairdresser said to give up until spring.

Yesterday I decided to head to town to do a lot of errands and, frankly, get out of the house. I dressed nicely and put makeup on. And wore my cute suede UGG boots.

As I pushed my half-full shopping cart to my car in the Aldi’s parking lot, a very old, very short, very cute man approached me. I paused, thinking he wanted to save a quarter and take my cart (which is always fine with me), though it wasn’t even empty yet. He certainly wouldn’t have been able to kidnap or rob me. He looked about ninety-five years old. Maybe one-hundred.

He looked very concerned as he came close and asked, “Can I help you put your groceries in your car?”

Mystified, I smiled and thanked him, but said I was okay.

He went towards the store and I headed to my car.

So…I have turned into an old woman that 95-year old men feel sorry for. Let’s be clear: I was not limping, I did not have a cane, and I was moving across that parking lot in a sprightly manner.

I then drove to the other side of the shopping center and bought $30 of skin care products at TJMaxx. Once home I ordered an expensive tube of retinol on Amazon. I DON’T WANT TO LOOK NINETY!

While I’m very, very grateful that this present cancer treatment is keeping the tumors from spreading, I wish I had my face back. This treatment sucks all the moisture from my body. Even my eyes are painfully dry.

A small price to pay.

Please pass the collagen cream…