I am going to add something to your to do list. It is something that you can make fun though...
Take your mom shopping before the chemo starts for a wig or two that she likes. Have her try them on, even ones that are nothing she might ever wear, you know...a sort of girls day.
My grandmother wore a wig all of the 16 years that she was in my life. Not because of chemo, but because of too many perms and hair coloring before the chemicals were as gentle as they are today. Basically burned her roots and went bald.
Anyway, even in the 1970's there were some really cool wigs out there. And because she had a few of them, she could change her look with her mood and always had at least one clean and styled and ready to go...
And believe it or not, if you didn't know it was a wig, you couldn't tell. I swear.
"Acceptance doesn't mean resignation. It means understanding that something is what it is and there's got to be a way through it."--Michael J. Fox
