A Hat From Peggy

Monkey on your back? Monkey on your back? nope monkey on your head! HAH!

This lovely cancer survivor is now wearing a sporting plush monkey hat supplied form another one of his most favorite places on this tiny blue planet Earth, Lake Winola!

Many laughs have already been had and many are to come for such a comical oddity. Thanks Peggy!

I love it. Who needs a kayaking hat, when you can have a kayaking monkey anyhow...

First Treatment Photo

Its amazing how many tests I have had done on me. I have certainly lost track. This picture, taken by a lovely miss Sarah Hope is from my first Chemo Treatment. There keeping an extra eye on my heart for 5 dollar meal tickets at the potbelly sandwich works in the hospital cafeteria. Its classified as a medical study of some sort. The main benefit for me being extra eyes on my heart. I didn't get a meal ticket this last week. It makes me want to get ornery just for entertainment sake. There is something so ridiculous about the meal ticket thing for me. All well, at least its a way for them to let me know that they appreciate my help. It the end it is more important to me to help those next in line for the ABVD, Adriamycin being the drug that is related to heart problems.

Hats From the Smith Girls

Thanks to the Smith girls for these fantastic hats from the past. The hat pin is a bit intimidating, but I still find them to be exhilarating!  They both remind me of a wonderful place in the little town of Hornel, New York. The Erie Line Antiques Mart, my favorite junk store to date.

I hope you Guys are having fun Laura and Emily. Your dance tour must be about to get rolling.

I know these hats brightened my day.

PS: I think the jumping Mexican Beans escaped during transit. They were no where to be found in the box, but were on the inventory list.

A Hat From My Mother

Starting the showcase: A Hat From My Mother. It was purchased at Firehouse Bicycles in West Philadelphia, a bike shop I have been going to with her since I was eight years old.
My mother is and will be the only participant in this project of which I picked the hat out for. This may appear strange as it is of coarse the hat I will be wearing on my bald chemo head. But then, hey why not, she has been buying me socks and underwear for my entire life. What can I say? We just have a different kind of close relationship in this way. She is my mom after all.

I have had allot of questions about my new fledgling hat collection. Many people just want to get me a gift card so I can go buy myself a hat but this will simply not due. I need my friends to understand that this project for me is a deeper form of self exploration. One which transcends the material needs of my nature as a consumer. I do not want to go out and buy a hat collection because I believe that when I am wearing a hat from a friend it is in essence an extension of their personality. Their personality thus becoming much closer to me in a comforting way that I dearly need on some dark mornings. My fantastic hat collection becomes a beacon of support in this way of those whom love and care about my need to transcend beyond the menial metaphors of what it means to be a cancer patient.

Waiting for My Hairs Summertime Vacation: Its Going to Skip Town But I'm Not.