After I was diagnosed, I wondered whether I'd lose interest in my superficial hobbies like buying clothes and shopping. I monitored myself clicking through InStyle.com or browsing the newsstands.... Had these things become any less appealing to me now that I had been shocked out of my own conception of reality?
Surprisingly, no. As I walked out of the appointment with my thoracic surgeon, who confirmed my lymphoma diagnosis and that 8 months of treatment hell lay ahead of me, I asked my sisters and my mom (who were probably thinking D-E-N-I-A-L), "so... wanna go shopping?"
I still have the lovely Fossil watch I bought that fateful day, and I only love it more for providing me with the escape I so desperately needed.
Throughout treatment, clothes, fashion magazines, style blogs, and afternoon shopping trips continued to provide me with a much needed escape. In the 18 months since my diagnosis, fashion and clothes have grown from a mild interest to a full-blown hobby, which isn't helped by the fact that I have a friend who works in the biz.
Who would have thought that something so frivolous would be so desirable for someone as deeply challenged as me? I only now realize that's exactly the point - fashion, among other hobbies, is a way to fantasize about a world totally unlike my own.
Only in my world, everyone's wearing Chanel.