For some reason I'm having trouble finding the right words tonight. I'm in a weird place, not blue but not especially upbeat. I guess I'm just tired. I'm already tired of this "burden" and its only just begun. On a less serious note, we now have a vote for tattooing my soon-to-be- bald head and/or make money by using it as a billboard! Thanks to my high school pal Susan for the most creative suggestion so far!
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Did you know that time flies in Cancerville? Maybe it's because time becomes much more precious after a cancer diagnosis. I have been in fast-forward mode since Monday--I almost can't keep up with it all. The only time I don't "have" cancer is when I am asleep. I can escape from Cancerville during blissful sleep. Suddenly, every ache and pain gets attributed to cancer. You become the cancer. This afternoon I had most of my hair cut off. I figure if its going to fall out anyway, I might as well be 3/4 of the way there. A shout out to our good friend Sam, from Bement, who drove in to cut my hair. It may seem like a small gesture but it was so much more than that. I felt by deciding to cut my hair, I have a very small measure of control again. Sam helped me to achieve that. Hannah says my haircut makes me look more like my mother. I'm not sure how I feel about that statement. I already worry about becoming my mother!