My cancer diagnosis has brought about many changes in our lives. From the food that we eat, our attitude towards life's small problems, our appreciation of the people around us, the look on people's faces when they're around us, and well, pretty much our general outlook in life. Some of these came too sudden, too fast that you only realise you've already changed.
But there is one change that has been bigger, more significant than any of them all – I NOW WEAR SUSPENDERS!
(I hope you weren't expecting a serious post coz this definitely isn't, despite the dramatic intro.)
But really, this is huge for me. I'm a belt-wearer. Always have, always am, and always will be - until this &*#@$!^ wound infection got the best of me.
You see before I fell sick, I was wearing 36-inch waist pants and I wear 'em just under my belly flabs – the slimmest circumference on my waist. Now I am only 32 inches around my stomach, I haven't bought new pants, and I'm in need of something to hold them up. Belts would have been good if not for my gaping wound that's positioned right where a belt buckle would press on. I have no choice, i had to adapt.
I have nothing against suspenders. I'm just not used to it. Wearing it hasn't been bad at all. In fact, it helped me through what would have otherwise been a very difficult month. But I still do get days where I feel like I'm on wedgies the whole day (if it's put on too tight, or if I sit down too fast), or too worried that the clips will unsnap and my trousers would fall off, or too puzzled with how I will use the toilet without having to remove everything I'm wearing (that's how it feels to me).
I really look forward to the day when I get some sense of normalcy back - the day I get to put on my trusted leather belt.
Oh such worries!