Cancer, schmancer. It’s the week before school starts, and that’s the big news around here.
We find out which teachers the kids have on Wednesday, and we get to visit their new classrooms on Thursday. I moved my next chemo treatment to Friday, 8/10. My mom and stepdad arrive tomorrow.
Thank you for your words of encouragement regarding my new look. And, yes, our children, like their dad, were wonderful. Nervous for me, comforting and so sweet.
It’s interesting that – with everything I’ve been through the past few months – shaving (*) my head is what has made me feel like I can do anything. Once my hair started falling out in earnest after the first Taxol treatment, it was hard to think about anything else.
Now, I have nothing but fuzz and the world did not end.
I celebrated yesterday with an hour-and-a-half hike in the woods.