Here are some humorous hair (well, bald) stories.  Perhaps not funny at the time but at least somewhat funny to me now:

**The kids and I were at a friend's house and Ryan said, "Mom, can you take your hair off so they can see your head?"  My answer was, "No, I really can't". Thankfully we were with good friends and although I'm glad my children are comfortable with my new look, this was an etiquette conversation I didn't expect to have!  

**While I was wearing a scarf the other day, Daniel called me "pirate mom".  He asked me to say "ARRRR" like a pirate (which I did) and then asked to wear my wig. I need to post a picture of him.  It was hysterical -- I'm laughing now!

**James' mom rarely comes upstairs so I took my wig off one evening while she was here.  She didn't know where the kids were and came upstairs to ask if I knew. We hadn't  talked about my hair loss and I'm not even sure she realized I was wearing a wig so it was an awkward moment. If she didn't know before, she does now!

**When I first had my head shaved I still had quite a few short hairs but now I look like the tormented doll in the original Toy Story.  A few short  hairs sticking up and more of my VERY white head showing.  Pretty. I'm thankful I can be in the house with or without a scarf on and it doesn't faze my family. God Bless them.  

End of hair stories.

I'm still on a learning curve for treatment and non-treatment weeks.  During my first break I felt like super woman -- I had good energy and was positive and happy. I expected to feel the same  way last week so I scheduled something for the kids and I every afternoon (they had vacation bible school in the morning).   I think I overdid it.  I didn't feel rested, had some aches and pains and wasn't in the best mood.  

I don't know if I struggled a bit because there were some "bumps in the road' last week and everything is magnified these days  (nothing medical, just everyday stuff).  Or maybe it was because I haven't had enough sleep in a week.  Or maybe just because.

I also started to get anxious about James being gone this week. I rely on him to be my "rock" and even if we don't talk much during the day,  I know he's there or just a phone call away. Not so easy when he's on the east coast. I'm sure the week will be hard (and the kids are saying they miss him already) but I encouraged him to go and my worry is usually worse than the reality. This will be the first week I'm giving myself a shot -- wish me luck!

I'll let you know how it goes --

My white cell count is back up and as always, Dr. Kaplan is happy with my progress. I asked if I could have been so tired last week because I was anemic (a possible chemo side effect) and he said I'm not and I was likely tired because I did so much. He was actually happy that my week had such a normal feel to it.  I just need to pace myself a little more.   

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