It Probably Needs a Visual

It was a busy weekend but I finally followed through on a promise to the girls ... we painted my head on Father's Day. Initially, the idea was that painting would help the girls better relate to me and it wouldn't be so scary to see their mom without any hair. In reality, they haven't missed a beat and have never been scared of me and my lack of hair. Of course, I've never truly lost all my hair. It's been the same length since the woman shaved it for me in mid-March. There were a few patches that fell out completely but all in all, I've always had some fuzz. With five more chemo treatments left, it seems that my hair is growing some and if we were going to paint my head ... we had to get it done. While it hasn't freaked me out not having hair, I can assure you that I wouldn't shave it just to let the girls paint my scalp. Long term I can assume that the girls won't remember when in the cycle of treatments that we painted my head but they will remember (and have plenty of photos to refresh their memories) the opportunity they had. They painted flowers, hearts, triangles and their names on my head. They were so gentle and loving, very carefully approaching me and laughing like they were getting away with something. There were a lot of giggles and kisses along the way. I highly recommend it. I'm not sure that it makes cancer any less scary for them and maybe they won't remember it all ... but I'll never forget it.

I'm not a real "physical" person and I haven't always appreciated the love demonstrated in human touch but the painting of my head was one of the most loving and gentle demonstrations of unconditional love that I've experienced lately. I'm so glad I did it.

Despite how glamourous I may make it sound -- cancer sucks. The irony of my hair starting to grow right now ... my eyelashes are falling out. I only have three or four on each eye. Freaky. Frustrating.

Hope you have a colorful week (and for those of you who are curious, I have hesitated publishing these photos ...)!