Vis oogies

When my late mother had chemotherapy, many years ago, she complained about having "vis oogies". For anyone out there who actually doesn't speak fluent Afrikaans, this translates to "small fish eyes".  What my appearance-conscience Mom was referring to, was the strange look of eyes without lashes and brows.
But is it? Maybe it's something else. My own ocular related fuzz has not entirely disappeared, but when I pass by a mirror, get a glimpse of the old bag out there, I think vis oogies is an apt description.  Has anyone else noticed this phenomenon and if so, how do you explain it?
On the grand scale of things, I can't begin to guess how important all of this is, but yet again, chemo gives us opportunities for unexplored self occupation. We are absorbed by the effects on our skin, our muscles, our alimentary canals. The latter is one of my most recent hobby horses.
What is important, and I keep forgetting to mention, is that my brca tests were both negative. This adds to the mystery of how/why both Mom and I got cancer. In the light of the latter, what does it mean for my children? Negative for the gene, but postive for the disease.....?


I've had a very interesting experience: after constant guests and a household full of people for almost two weeks, I had my first taste of 'home alone', while Reuven and the girls (Lee and Avital) went to Boston and New York. As anyone can tell you, I am not capable of walking and chewing gum at the same time, so my brain definately needs down time, in which to string a few coherent thoughts together on any and all subjects. I'm not decrying the fun times of being busy and occupied, but the quiet was a real blessing for a few days, or should I say hours, because most of the time I was not, in fact alone - yesterday was spent having fun with friends from morn to beddy-byes.
I'm slowly catching up and unscrambling the mess and mush of my mind and by the time the family walks in somewhere around 1pm today, I'll be ready to face the onslaught.