First I thought my hair looked thin…then it really was thin…and now I just have fuzz. It broke my heart, I cried, I wailed, I think I might have screamed a bit but as long as I have hats…I should be ok. Well…not really ok but reasonably ok. My sweet caring doctors keep telling me it will grow back. Den…well…he has always loved my hair. People always tell me I have my mom’s beautiful hair…but now I think I look more like my dad…with his tiny little bald head. It’s ok. I can do this thing. I can and I will!
I am vain, and embarrassed about my hair…or rather my lack of it…but I will get over it…I really will. I am at home and comfy and getting antibiotics every 8 hours and doing what I normally do. I am learning about life and the kindness of strangers and the awesomeness of neighbors who put yummy black bean soup on our doorstep and who always ask if we need anything. And another neighbor who packed up an entire Thanksgiving dinnner…in little throw away containers that we could toss…we had yummy turkey sandwiches for lunch today from that dinner.
My heart is full. Den asks why I cry sometimes for no apparent reason…but my reasons are that my heart is full of the kindnesses of others and I pray that I can be as helpful to others as others have been to me.