Today has been a great day. I have not felt this good.....in a month or so. I am so happy to feel as if my body is going to be normal for a few more weeks. The radiation oncologist suggested some medication to help with bowel spasms....and DANG! after only 1 day I feel like a new woman. It makes me so happy to think of a new normal that I can live and be happy with.
We are still missing Walker, but have had a fun and busy week. The youngest 2 are loving swim lessons and we are enjoying normal summer freedom, time wasting and play. We are making every moment count! We played UNO tonight and caught Jeff cheating. He parked himself on top of 2 cards that he swore he didn't know he was nesting on. (Insert roll of the eyes here.) We caught him red faced and handed, and made him pay with another stack of cards. Later in the evening we were looking for something that was misplaced and Wyatt mentioned that it was probably under Dad's butt. Jeff is hoping that he won't be the butt of jokes in our home for long. I am just glad that someone else is taking that role from me.
A sweet friend passed on some beautiful scarves and an adorable scarf hanger. I was humbled by her kindness. The thought of scarves and hats have been simmering in my brain, but I have shoved them to the back thinking I will cross that bridge when I get there. I am pleased as punch to have a collection started. I am not real keen on the whole thought of a wig. Too granny-ish for my tastes. When Jeff and I were first married we had a landlord that was a crazy-old-lady. (A lot of emphasis on the crazy and old!) She expected us to pay the rent in cash on the first day of every month. We had to had deliver it to her home and 90% of the time she would answer the door with a gray wig on her head that was messy and sideways. Halfway through our rent hand-off she would reach up and straighten it. We would have to pretend to be admiring her flowers and yard gnomes while the adjustment took place. It was awkward.....and I must say that it has ruined the thought of a wigs for me. Plus I would like to not subject my sweet neighbors to the same torture. My flowers are not as beautiful as hers.
Last week I put my big girl panties on and called the salon that I frequent and made an appointment. My hair is long enough to donate to Locks of Love....and I am happy to be able to give it up. I think when it is time to wear scarves...short hair that is falling out will be better for my pschy than this long thick mop. Hopefully when the hair I donate is made into a beautiful wig....it will fit a sweet head well and not need to be readjusted, and readjusted and readjusted, while onlookers admire gnomes.
Tonight after baths, I was admiring my little collection thinking...I don't know what the "H" I am doing. So I practiced on my kids. They were unaware of my intentions. Obviously. Wes mentioned, that he was excited to play pirates when I tied it around his head. And Wyatt the king of all quotes of the day, wondered if I had all of these scarves because I was turning into a Muslim. Hold that Burka...I am a Mormon! Many good discussions will follow.......
Love to you all,