Touchy 4/30/2010

The other day I used the bathroom at a local store, and was washing my hands at the sink, when a woman opened the door to enter the restroom. She glanced in, saw me, and said "Oh!", and shut the door. Then she opened the door again, and when she did, I said "Yes, this IS the ladies' room. I'm a woman, not a man. Chemo will do that to you." She then entered the rest room--without a word. While I understand that I don't look very feminine these days--butch hair (not quite 3/8" long), no eyelashes and sparse brows, and tall, I must admit that, of any personal interaction I've had since the beginning of this strange odyssey, that was the most hurtful. Onward.