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<\/a><\/p>\nIn September 2012, I was diagnosed with a rare and aggressive form of uterine cancer. Treatment was successful, and I am happy to report that I am cancer-free and doing well. I wrote for a private circle of friends and family about my experiences at the time, and am now sharing some of my musings here.<\/em><\/p>\n *<\/p>\n Last week I went to Look Good, Feel Better<\/a>, the American Cancer Society\u2019s class on hair and make-up tips. The first part was all right, because I learned you could buy fake hair fringes to Velcro into your hats when you don\u2019t want to bother with putting on your wig. Since I had been contemplating rigging up something similar using duct tape with my own hair after I start to molt, this seemed like it could save me a lot of trouble.<\/p>\n But then the real trouble started when we moved onto make-up. It\u2019s not that I\u2019m opposed to artifice, but most of the time I can\u2019t be bothered. I made an exception for my wedding day, entrusting my face as well as my locks to my hairdresser. When I emerged, Jonathan looked at me in horror. I looked like a prostitute who\u2019d seen better days. After scrubbing my face, I beseeched my 16-year-old niece Debbie to work some magic with her compact, and all was well.<\/p>\n Since then, I\u2019ve stayed away from the professionals. Except when my daughters shame me into buying them tubes of mascara that cost more than a nice dinner out, I stick to the stuff from drugstores, and I make it last. I even have some of my mother\u2019s drugstore eye shadow, and she\u2019s been dead for 18 years.<\/p>\n So when the Cancer Society cosmetologist started talking, my heart sank even before she got to the cancer part. Who knew that even basic moisturizer needed to be applied using only an upward-sweeping motion? All these years I\u2019ve been giving gravity an unnecessary assist.<\/p>\n Everyone at the class got little tote bags filled with donated product. It was just like leaving the counter at Nordstrom, if Nordstrom rebranded itself using cheap red nylon and a new \u201cLook Good, Feel Better\u201d logo. By this point I was hoping for maybe some donated pharmaceuticals, but alas, there was no Xanax in the bag. Only a million little pots and tubes. My tote didn\u2019t seem to have any of the stuff the cosmetologist was talking about, but maybe that\u2019s because even basic identification is beyond me.<\/p>\n Before we got to watch her apply make-up to a real, live cancer patient, however, we learned about proper sanitation techniques. Like sterilizing all your manicure equipment in a 350-degree oven for 15 minutes. This was easy, since I spend even less time on my nails than on my hair and make-up (although manicuring through nail biting is especially frowned upon for those with compromised immune systems). The cosmetologist then described washing down your countertops with hydrogen peroxide and laying in a supply of tiny disposable spatulas so that your fingers don\u2019t spread bacteria as you dip into your various lotions and anti-age potions. Finally, she concluded the Germphobia FunFest with a surefire way to tell if your powdered make-up is contaminated. It involves a fine mist of witch hazel oil and blotting. But cancer or not, you\u2019re apparently supposed to discard all make-up after 3-12 months. So I didn\u2019t need any witch hazel oil to tell me I\u2019d better find something besides that soft shade of green to sustain my sentimental attachment to my mother.<\/p>\n And I thought I\u2019d been doing well to keep a separate Chapstick from my husband\u2019s!<\/p>\n *<\/p>\n Postscript: I decided to ignore the cosmetologist’s advice on make-up hygiene. Nothing bad happened, and I still have my mother’s heirloom eye shadow:<\/em><\/p>\n \n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" In September 2012, I was diagnosed with a rare and aggressive form of uterine cancer. Treatment was successful, and I am happy to report that I am cancer-free and doing well. I wrote for a private circle of friends and … Continue reading <\/a><\/p>\n