Hats are fun!

Today has been really fun. I’m getting the hang of hats. A friend sent one in the mail, so I tried it on and it prompted the picture with the black hat. The floppy hat I bought in Hawaii when I was losing hair and needed to be prepared, so I’m glad to get to wear it. The pink one is the first had, that my friend Jo brought to me in Hawaii. She is also a breast cancer survivor, so she’s been my coach from since before I even had breast cancer. So, this is the beginning of the hat show. You’ll see that, as time goes on I’ll get better with the hats.

I copied the sleep hat that they gave me at MD Anderson and made a white one that fits me better. Then I rummaged through my button jar and found buttons to decorate my hats. I also found some hair decorations that the girls had when they were little and I’ll use them to decorate my hats. This is so fun.

Beside that I gained a new respect for the electric razor today! I always loved to keep my legs slippery smooth, but with that came lots of nicks. Nicks are out of the question, now, because of danger of infection, so the ‘safety razor’ is also out of the question. Don’s mom had an electric razor and we’ve got a couple of extra bathrooms or I would have tossed it a long time ago. I plugged it in and found that it’s a cool little job! It won’t get my legs as smooth as a safety razor, but it won’t cut me, either! Wouldn’t you think the hair on my legs would fall out? No such luck, yet! (Those whiskers on my chin aren’t back, though!) Anyway, I used the razor on my head and I love how it smoothed out my head! I’ve been rubbing my head all day and I’m getting so hooked on it. This is way cool. I may freeze in the winter, but it’s a great summer ‘do!’

Don has been calling me Baby Grammy all day. I may have a new nickname.

Today was bandage-changing day, so I got up early and walked with Don this morning. It was nice and cool, so I didn’t sweat too much. Even if I did sweat it would have been okay because we were changing the bandage anyway. It felt good to walk and then to get cleaned up, including the bandage. Every other day I have to wrap my arm in plastic and tape it up before I bathe. That’s a real claustrophobic operation for me, so it feels really good to get the bandage changed, even though it’s a real uncomfortable maneuver. Punching around and rubbing alcohol and iodine on the stitches and where the PICC goes into my arm are no fun. Checking to see that all is well in there is encouraging, though.

So today I’m giving thanks for hats, fun decorations, a great old electric razor from a dear mother-in-law, a good walk, and a clean, new bandage, as well as wonderful family and friends! God bless!