All I did was take a little nap. Sam and Emily were home to watch the little guys. And I got hacked. By my own children. They claim it was for my own good – it was to teach me to log myself out (to which I responded that on my own laptop, I should be able to keep myself logged in…. besides, I should be able to trust my own babies!)
But anyway, they made me laugh, which is good. Each of my children is responsible for finding or thinking of one “G” rated joke for me each day. Sam and Emily think they should get credit for at least a week’s worth for their blog entry yesterday.
Today we’re back to the topic of chemotherapy. I started shedding, so we got rid of my hair.
I decided that since two of my children were really anxious about the bald mama concept, that participating in the process might help.
Well, 80 % of them participated. George had an excused absence. They took turns with the scissors, the clippers, and the camera.
(although I made sure somebody was protecting my ears when Danny had the scissors…)
They didn’t want me to look until it was all done. It surprises me sometimes how much they all worry about me, and about how I feel about things. Even Danny tries to be so protective of me… and today he must have asked me 10 times to tell him if the clippers were pulling.
It’s hard to tell in the photos where my hair was starting to look motheaten, maybe I could have waited until next weekend, but the constant little drifts of hair leaving a trail behind me were making me sad.
They told me at the doctor’s office to trim it short, NOT shave it, because of risk of bleeding and infection. I’m glad Sam (here in the blue shirt) was able to resist the urge to measure the final length. I guess you can really see the bald spots in this photo.
So the kids put my wig on me before they let me look. It’s amazing how much it looks like the haircut I got two weeks ago. The shape and the color are really the same. However, it’s REALLY itchy, and I think it’s going to be hot. You all know that I have even less tolerance for things that are hot than I do for things that are itchy, so I had the wig off within minutes. Right now I’m wearing a cotton ribbed cap that Danny and I tie dyed to match an outfit of George’s that we were doing the other day. It’s NOT itchy, NOT hot, and NOT suitable for wearing to Mass.
Speaking of Mass, I’m not allowed to teach my Sunday School class until we see how my blood counts go through one whole cycle. But maybe if we sit way back in the corner, and I surround myself with children whose germs I’m already exposed to… maybe Mass would be OK. It would definitely be good for my mental health.