4 chemos left. 8 down.
I went into the Batcave last Thursday. The scheduling mishap gave me an extra day to prepare and it was needed.
All went well considering I was close to the breaking point (whatever that is). I was out before I realized i'd been in (despite the 5 hours in the chair).
I feel much better this time than last. I was ready to get out on day 3, although naps were still necessary.
It was a beautiful weekend with loads of sunshine. Sheri took all of the kids on Saturday. And my mom took them on Sunday. I recovered, did laundry and even wrote a little.
The kids continue to be perplexed by my wig. They all forget that it's not my real hair, but suddenly pull on it. It's a new emotional experience every time.
When they remember, they all rejoice in pulling it off (especially Cole).
"Why doesn't it hurt when I do that?" Cole asked confused. He'd accidentally punched me in the face 2 minutes prior, so pain was on his brain.
"It's not my real hair. I'll have my real hair back around Halloween." I told him. "by your birthday," I added,
He got a big smile.
"My birthday is coming. And then Halloween! Cool!"
I was about to tell him that Halloween was farther away than he thought, but realized that I could hardly do time justice in this moment. Besides, he had already moved on to talking costume preferences. The wig had again become real.
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