When I was bald and my skin was literally gray from chemo, people stopped to help me. They opened doors (more than when I was hugely pregnant), they let me go in front of lines, they didn’t give me weird looks when I parked in handicapped parking spots, etc. When I used a walker to get around, people went out of their way.
Once my hair grew back, my skin started to look more healthy, and I’ve been more mobile, I’ve had notes left on my car about not needing the handicapped spot and no one helps me in public. When I’ve asked for assistance in the airport, for instance, when we were still traveling, or to carry an item I’ve purchased to my car, I’ve gotten significant pushbacks, both non-verbally and verbally.
Yes, at times those of us who are #LivingWhileDying look like it on the outside, but more often than not, we don’t. Just another reason to be kind to people, especially when those people are asking for help.
And now you know more about what MBC “looks” like.