I was at the DMV today as my license expired. When I went up to the desk the woman told me I needed to take off my scarf for the picture, and I told her I could not for medical reasons and I would like to use my picture on file. She argued with me that I couldn't do that and tried to find a form for me to sign that said I needed to keep my scarf on for the picture for religious reasons. I started crying and told her I didn't want a picture of myself this way, that I was in treatment, and I would like to use my old picture. I was sobbing at this point as she had no sympathy for me or my situation and referred me to her manager. I had to stand in the middle of the huge DMV office, FILLED with people staring at me, as I sobbed, waiting for the manager, and to have them all watch me explain to him how I am in treatment and I didn't want a picture of myself with no eyebrows, a puffed out face and no hair on a license that will last me for the next eight years. He made an exception and used my file photo but I just couldn't stop crying. Who really wants to remember being in treatment by their photo on a state document? So my cancer is my identification? I left empowered to go to the governors office and insist that they make a change to increase sensitivity to those battling cancer, and instead I came home and crawled into bed feeling defeated. I wish I could have held my composure, but I had no expectations of having a new picture taken and was caught off guard. My avatar photo is the only photo I willingly had taken of me since diagnosis. Anyone else experience anything like this?





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