A lesson learnt from a Pink Hat

I met a lovely lady last week and wanted to share the experience.

She was on the bus, a few rows in front of me, wearing a pink and black hat. I noticed the hat first because the pink in it was the exact same shade as my coat (image from East):

..and I’ve been looking for a hat to wear with it. Pushing a buggy around on the school runs means that an umbrella is not an option for me if it’s raining and I do rock the drowned-rat look frequently.

This hat was fab and although I couldn’t see the front I decided I’d make conservation when getting off at my stop.

It turned out we were getting off at the same stop – yay! – and, as she was waiting by the driver she was telling him she’d just come back from seeing friends in the West Country by train and all about the flooding she’d seen. “Good on you” I thought as she pulled her little suitcase along, I hoped I’d have her independence when I reached her age.

We got off at the stop and I asked her about her hat, she was gracious in accepting the compliments and happily told me where it came from. Then she mentioned that she was wearing it because she’d recently finished chemotherapy and had decided not to wear a wig on that day.

I honestly hadn’t noticed her lack of hair until she mentioned it and went on my way thinking what an incredible women. Still positive, still independent and doing things on her terms.

She made me think about the fact that life is for living. I haven’t found a pink hat yet, but if I do, it will remind me of her every time I wear it.

A definite candidate for a Groovy Mum if ever I met one.

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