Chemo Wildflower Sister

They say change happens when you least expect it.
But what if you are expecting it, counting on it?
We leave for Chicago in two weeks and I am nervous and excited.
I know I am better. I am writing again and it’s legible. I practice everyday.
I can take my braces off and on. I unload and load the dishwasher and I fold all the laundry and put it away. These are all big changes and huge progress.
I can even swim now and do the backstroke with very good form.
So Michael suggested I cut my hair really short as a proclamation to the world that I was ready for Chicago and ready to lose my hair to get better.
My girlfriend, Peggy has a pixie cut so off to her stylist we went.
And off came my hair.
And you know what? I freaking loved it! It was liberating in a way I would have never imagined. Image was my thing and my hair was always thick and wavy and more that once women have told me that they had” hair envy.”
I had good hair and loved it.
Now it was so short I didn’t need a brush or a comb.
Holy cow this was strange. But not traumatic.
So I was as ready as I could be now.
Leaving home for two months is daunting to think about.
Two months seems long.
I bought a turban on line and a couple of hats. The thing is, I don’t want to wig shop until I’m bald. It feels too strange now.
My food angel, Jenny’s breast cancer came back.
She started chemo about a month ago.
She hasn’t wig shopped yet either.
My chemo starts on her birthday so we are connected again on our journey.
They invited us down to their beach house the weekend before she started for a “f**k you chemo” party. We had a blast! David bought a bottle of champagne and did a special toast giving Jenny and I glasses with a wildflower etched onto them.
He said “only God takes care of wildflowers and they are strong and beautiful, like us.”
So we are now and forever chemo wildflower sisters.
I wouldn’t wish this fight on anyone, but I’m so glad they are in it with us.
I look around the house, watch my dogs play and try not to think how hard this next part is going to be.
I have a little bit of a lump in my throat.
I think it’s going to be hard and scary. But I’ve done hard and scary before.

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