When we took my brother to the U of M for his chemo infusion, we left so early in the morning that I did not want to bother with putting on makeup. Just getting dressed and out in the rain was a major accomplishment. I also figured that just in case we cried, I didn't want black splotchiness dripping down my face. You've got to consider these things in advance, like with anything. I didn't cry, though. We were joking too much to cry.
And I usually would not publish a photo of myself without makeup because I don't look like myself, or at least not the person I want other people to remember me by, which is much prettier than reality. But also, when you get to be as old as me, well, I think you get to a point where you don't really care about how you appear to anybody else anymore. I mean, as long as other people aren't made to run screaming from the room, that is.
This is my last blog about this situation, as I am back home in Sacramento today. You can read more about this and see the photo of my family at this link: Family Visit With My Brother at Curran's in Minneapolis.
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