This brought tears to my eyes.
Without further ado. . .
I’m also putting this on my videos page.
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– reading in bed
– pedicure/nail fill @ the Nail Forum – Porter Ranch
– underarm waxing – wasn’t sure it was a good idea, but decided to go for it because I did not want to shave (I figured more risk of doing damage shaving than by an experienced aesthetician doing a quick wax – which would also last nearly the duration of my RTher).
– reading in bed
– quickie dinner @ home with Hubby
– vaping with Hubby
Otherwise known as “something to have Apple Blossom Honey on.” I woke up this morning wanting some of the apple blossom honey we picked up in Oak Glen last weekend. I woke up from my nap to find Hubby in his room . . .
[Yes, we do not share a bedroom. We haven’t for oh, 15 years or so? It’s partly because he snores, and partly due to changing and incompatible work schedules over the years. Don’t worry, when we wanna play, we have a whole house to do it in, plus two beds we’re not afraid to mess up ‘cuz they both get slept in every night. 🙂 And, Hubby having his own room serves us in another way than just letting us both sleep – it lets him deal with my need for a tidy, sparely decorated house – by giving him a place Not to have to keep things cleaned up to my standards,]
So, anyway , earlier this morning while we were downstairs hanging out I was trying to find something to have honey on for breffast, asking if he felt like eating (and well, making) pancakes – did we have a pour-liquid-and-shake Biscuit jug (I didn’t want either of us to spend half the day cooking)? But that didn’t work out, and I Finally felt like if I lay down I could Actually Nap! So I did that, and woke up to find Hubby having cereal and went to find myself a carrier for the honey I wanted. Turns out (after eating a breakfast of actual food with protein and stuff) the carrier of the day was a buttered waffle, previously frozen and now toasted golden brown and warm. 🙂 Then I wrote this post, and now I think I’ll go have the other waffle left in the bag in the box in the freezer, toasted with butter and Apple Blossom Honey, of course. . .
– breffast #2 = waffle #2
– more blogging
– eating yummy dinner (pork roast, broccoli, potatoes) cooked by Hubby
– watching tv off the DVR with Hubby (Castle, Once Upon a Time)
A week before my first surgery, I went to get a haircut. A serious haircut.
At that point my hair was pretty long, by anyone’s standards, very much like that of Lady Godiva.
I decided to cut it so as to make it easier to take care of after my surgeries (short enough to be washed leaning back into the sink if necessary). I figured I’d cut off enough to donate to Locks of Love – two birds with one stone, don’t ya know? – for those who come after me. I didn’t at that point know whether I’d need chemo and end up losing my hair or not, but either way I figured it was good karma and just the right thing to do.
Although I came out of there feeling bald (in the world according to me), I also was not going to let an inch or two keep me from donating since I was cutting most of my hair off anyway. I had just enough to meet the length they needed and leave me with a just-longer-than-chin-length bob. Okay, it met both of the criteria, and I knew it would grow back (I’ve always had lots of thick hair), and if I had to have chemo, lost my hair, and it grew back different (as more than rarely happens), well that was a bridge I didn’t even have to admit existed at that point, let alone deal with crossing.
The week between getting it cut and having my first surgery, I had posted for my friends on Facebook a picture of my cut-off ponytail with the caption “On it’s way to Locks of Love.”
Well, then the rest of the week was cleaning up the house, stocking the fridge, doing laundry, setting up the bedroom with what I thought I’d want while recovering and just plain continuing to breathe in and out to keep the anxiety level anywhere near reasonable.
And then there were two surgeries (two weeks apart to the day), follow-up appointments with both surgeons, getting my ass back to work, interviewing new doctors for the next stage of treatment, doing physical therapy for side effects from at least one of the surgeries, starting the next stage of treatment, and getting at least the bare minimum of chores done to keep my life running (food in the house, enough clean clothes to dress to leave the house every day, paying at least some of the bills).
Needless to say, today this ponytail was still on my desk in my home office.
TODAY IT IS GOING WHERE IT WAS INTENDED TO BE SENT THREE MONTHS AGO! 🙂
Here’s what’s going in the package:
And here’s the package all packed up, stamped and heading out to it’s destination! 🙂
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This has been a rough one. As soon as I got home from work on Friday, and mentally left this past workweek behind me, there was only one thing I could see ahead – Monday and the tattoos I’d have to get for my radiation therapy. I’ve never wanted a tattoo. Please see “My New Ink – The Tattoo I Never Wanted.”
– was interviewed by S (with interview trainee L observing) as part of the Mya Research Project being conducted by UCLA to help tailor future resources to better meet women’s emotional needs in the first year after diagnosis – for those who come after me.
– watching TV