This is from two days ago:
It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood. Went out on the deck and pulled hair and tossed it to the breeze. I do not like to look at how much I'm getting. I just pull for awhile, stick my hat back on and continue my day. There is still enough sticking out of the hat, and a quick peek at my reflection in the sliding door reveals there is still enough hair to be far from bald. So, thanking God for small favors, I go on with the day.
I've done this for two more days. Strange morning ritual. I don't think I'm quite getting tufts anymore, which means I will have hair enough to frame my face under the hat, at least until sometime after chemo 2 when the cycle of hair loss may start again. Oh, and I managed a little shopping yesterday. A few new hats from the local Thrift Store, although the adventure ended abruptly with an episode of runs. These drain my energy every time. Just one episode today, which is why my energy is back, I think.
It is good to praise the Lord and make music to your name, O Most High,
to proclaim your love in the morning and your faithfulness at night,
to the music of the ten-stringed lyre and the melody of the harp.
For you make me glad by your deeds, O Lord; I sing for joy at the works of your hands.
How great are your works, O Lord, how profound your thoughts!
Psalm 92:1-5Tomorrow is church. Maybe I will be able to sing a few praise songs, since my mouth is all the way healed.
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