Today to her chemotherapy session, my friend Chris wore a hat for the first time over her hair-less head.
She has worn the shorn look with pride and even practicality. Her head gets very warm, she discovered, and so going hatless and wigless is actually more comfortable.
Chris has been given many hats, and many offers of hats, but she chose for the “first hat” one that belonged to her mother. We figure it was from the 1970s, likely bought at the Crescent Department Store (now gone). It's a knit brown cap, covered in gold sequins, beautifully made and still in terrific shape.
So Mildred Kopet, who died more than 25 years ago of Alzheimer's, was with us in spirit today, in the form of her jaunty hat, rescued years ago for today's use.