Well, the gloves stayed on, but the hair went flying. Last night was my hair shaving party at the kids house. We started the evening with a hearty meal of good mexican food and then the festivities began.
My soon to be son-in-law was the brave soul who stepped up to man the clippers. He did a fantastic job with nary a nick or cut to my delicate scalp. My sweet husband stepped up next to have his head shaved in solidarity. What a wonderful, kind gesture. We are such a team.
My daughter would have jumped right in and let her waist long red hair fall to the floor were it not for the upcoming wedding in March. We need that beautiful hair to hold up the veil! And the boys, well let's just say...winter is coming and what mother would allow her kids to run around with cold heads?
It was a fun evening and I'm glad we pre-empted the chunks of hair falling onto the pillowcase and coming out in the shower. I kind of like this look - not as bad as I thought it would be. Hats and scarves are lined up and ready for the next few months to keep this big head warm.
What, no hair cuts for Michael and Michael? They owe you one! Hang in there Cheryl, I know you are stronger than this damn cancer/chemo. Anna Marie and I are sending you all our positive waves. Just focus on that sunny day, not too far off, when this will just be a crappy memory for you. Take care.
ReplyDeleteThank you both. And, thanks for the reminder to stay focused. Not easy at times :)
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