The Hairy Truth…
Life post treatment seemed just as out of control as my hair – confusion, chaos, no more routines.
Life post treatment seemed just as out of control as my hair – confusion, chaos, no more routines.
These are the real super heroes - flying nowhere, saving no one, but instead inspiring us all. Their courage and conviction as they battled a hideous disease never wavered.
Every day is unfamiliar with some aspect of my body changing. Yesterday it was the eyebrows...today the eyelashes...last week the hair...tomorrow only time knows.
Occasionally it's a conversation; every so often it's a speech or lecture. And then often it's a phone call from someone who knows you too well (thank you Calena).
Like most things in life having a different experience is a matter of perspective.
The dreaded day arrived with much anxiousness as anticipated. Gia could not be more excited. Me? Well, I had knots the size of cantaloupes inside my stomach!
We’ve all been there - waking up in the middle of the night with a pounding headache, lymph nodes the size of tennis balls, tingling fingers or another ailment with an unexplained origin.
The battle has begun and immunity is at stake. The enemy? The toxic drugs attempting to derail my white blood counts.
It's 7:30 PM as I type this smiling at how beautiful this July summer day has turned out to be.
"Being a mother is learning about strengths you didn't know you had and dealing with fears you didn't know existed.” ~ Linda Wooten