Mourning my eyelashes

My eyelashes aren’t what they used to be and trust me when I tell you that I’m not happy. I’m the person who wouldn’t go to the mailbox without mascara.

My bottom lashes are just about gone—one or two left. My top lashes are thinning significantly. I don’t mind seeing myself without hair, but without fat, beautiful, brown-black Maybelline XXL Volume+Length Microfiber Mascara layered lashes, well, it’s just not me looking back at myself.

Funny what cancer and chemotherapy do to you. Makes you realize what’s important and what isn’t. Eyelashes aren’t important. Living, and living well is.

Still, I’m mourning my eyelashes. Where are my sunglasses?