Bubbles!

Not all my cancer journey memories are bad ones. In fact, chemotherapy helped me to rediscover the pleasures of a bath. Now honestly - when is the last time you took a bubble bath? I took several luxurious soaks in a tub full of bubbles during my last recovery period. I had truly forgotten how fun it could be! I felt playful and childlike, then womanly and flirtatious. The bubbles felt so soft and silky against my skin. First, I built a bikini out of bubbles to cover all my “lovely bits” and then I added a glamorous, white mink stole that slid gracefully off my shoulders. My toenails, painted resilient red, were a beautiful contrast to the white sparkling foam as I pointed my leg up in the air like an old-fashioned movie star and watched the bubbles spiral down. Squeal! It’s fun to be a girl!

The bubbles were a gift from my colleagues at the National Alliance of Children Trust Funds. While the warm wishes came from everybody, the actually gift shopping was done by my friend, Martha Reeder. She is a good listener and took notice when I mentioned I liked to take long hot bathes when recovering from chemo. So thank you, Martha, for helping me to remember a simple pleasure I had forgotten.