Sometimes they’d ask. One guy actually said to my face, “Hey! Aren’t you that lady dying of cancer?”
And once, I was followed into a restroom where a woman started a somewhat awkward conversation with "Do you know who you look like?" as we stood in the open stall doors, and continued talking while we were doing what one does in a bathroom and on through the hand washing. An odd beginning but I'd made a new friend(ish). To this day, she calls me Robin when she sees me and I call her Diane. I call her Diane because someone told her she looks like Diane Sawyer. I don’t see it but I don’t remember her real name. Awkward, since we're such good friends.
I’m sorry to disappoint them. I’m working on it. I’m working on being someone.