looking to home . . .

We are all packed and ready to load up to leave in the morning. We’ll go do the chemo treatment and then we’re headed for Hobart, America! It’s been a wonderful stay here, but we are really ready to go enjoy home for a few weeks. We’ll come back here on October 8th for a visit with the doctor, an ultra sound, etc. She wants to be better able to monitor how I am doing. At that point I will have finished the 12 weeks of chemo that I am doing right now and we’ll start the next kind here. Then we’ll go home until the middle of November, when we’ll come back for another ultra sound and a visit with the surgeon and the radiologist. The plot will be getting really thick, then. We’ll be well down the road to recovery. By then, I know we’ll be glad to see all the folks here who have been so good to us; we’re really going to miss this home away from home! We’ve gotten so hooked on Doris and Jerry’s grandson’s we’ll be way ready for another fix with them!

Pictures on the blog today are related to the continuing hair saga. Today not too much fell out, relative to how it has been falling out. Still, all that is falling out is the dark hair. I have this theory. I remember that the hair I lost in Hawaii was all gray because I couldn’t tell if it was me or Iki, the cat, shedding (unless it was on my back or in my bath, and then I knew it was me!). Now, all I have left is gray hair and it’s curly. I had a bend in my hair sometimes, but I never had curly hair until this hair came back in after I lost it in Hawaii. I didn’t notice it being SO curly until all the straight hair fell out and this was all that was left. I’m thinking that the new hair must have stronger follicles, so it will be the last to go. I really thought I’d be bald by Sunday, and I’ve made it to Thursday, so I’m really baffled. Don took pictures of me when I was outside brushing it out yesterday, so you’ll see the white head of hair from yesterday, and then I’ve put on a picture that was taken on March 13, after we got home from Hawaii on March 1. That picture is of me holding Blake, another prize great nephew and his older brother, Phil, who has been like our grandson since his birth. We used to live close and we got our grandbaby fixes from Phil years ago when we didn’t live close to any of our own. When you get through looking at the boys check out how much dark hair I had and how much straighter it was, then. That was when I’d lost a lot of hair in Hawaii and none of the curly stuff had come back. Then check out the white curls I’m wearing today. Is this fun, or what??? I think it’s so cool. God has a great sense of humor. I’m glad I didn’t get reckless and buzz it yesterday; Don was right, again. Maybe I can keep this hair until Ruthie can make it to Hobart in time to help me figure out the best way to face baldness. She says I have more hair now than she does; I know that’s true. It’s skimpy compared to what I normally have, but it’s a blessing to have plenty, still. So, I’m giving thanks and looking forward to going home tomorrow.

The blog will be very late tomorrow night; I’ll do it when I get home, or maybe have to wait until Saturday morning. Hang tough with me and know that we are traveling. God is great and will take care of us traveling, I know; I thank Him for that, too!