Thin, thin, thin . . .

One more day with some hair; maybe I’ll be able to keep some until Ruthie and Phil get here. They had meant to come on Tuesday, but decided they could make it tomorrow! Then Ruthie bent over to put something in her suitcase and pulled something in her back!!! Maybe God doesn’t want her to ‘snatch me baldheaded.’ HA! Trust me; it won’t take any snatching. I think if I wash it, it’ll go down the drain if I don’t catch it. Every time I comb it (little as possible) another handful falls.

Just pray with me that Ruthie and Phil can come and that they’ll travel safely. The hair doesn’t matter a bit.

Tomorrow afternoon Don and I will go to Lawton and meet with the oncologist who will oversee my treatments in Lawton. We’ve got a lot of things to do around her in the morning, so it’ll be a busy day.

We took the pictures I promised, so you can see how thin the hair is. You can also see how much thinner it is since just Tuesday when I was ready to shave it and Don talked me out of it. (That's the picture with the white hair in last night's blog.) It’s not a big deal; just interesting. I'm amazed at how much I was able to keep this long. They say it'll be gone in 21 days and this is day 23, so my curly gray hair is hanging tough!

I hope none of you ever have to go through this, but if you do, I pray that losing hair will be as difficult as it gets. I feel blessed to have no other side effects so far. I think when the hair is all gone it will actually be better. Then I won’t have hair everywhere and I can rub my head! There will be no bad hair days. One of my friends here said yesterday, “I think hair is highly over-rated, anyway.” I love it and so agree with her! Thanks, Delores! I imagine after these treatments are all over and my hair grows back, I may have a new respect for hair, though. I’m thinking winter with no hair might be fun, getting to snuggle up to hats all the time. I used to like hats in the winter, except it made my hair so electric; I’m looking forward to wearing hats this winter.

Thanks for keeping up with my hair saga. It would be more interesting if I had more to report than loss of hair, but anything else would be bad, so I’m giving thanks that I feel so good. I’m giving thanks that my sister and brother-in-law want to come to see us, and I’m praying that Ruthie will get relief for her back so that they can do it!