Officially Bald

Friday was a rather a day I'd not like to revisit ever again. Mostly because it was upsetting to the kids. It felt good to have my head shaved. My head doesn't have that tugging feeling I spoke about in my last entry. When it was taking place, Abby lost it first. I was reassuring her that it was making me feel better, but looking better & feeling better are two different things to a 9 year old. She had rather have me looking better. My new friend Sheryl, who started HPI in Bellevue twenty plus years ago, was wonderful with the kids. As Beverly was cutting my new do, Sheryl gave the kids long pieces with tape on it, so they could entertain themselves. They had hair pieces plastered all over their bodies. They looked like "Cousin It"! Ha! She did bring a picture of me that she had made a month ago when I was there for my consultation. Austin grabbed the picture & immediately started crying. He said "I WANT YOU TO LOOK LIKE THIS!" It was all I could do to keep the tears from flowing. Xanax is a great drug to take before moments like this. Anthony was exhausted from doing surgery all morning, & he feel asleep some during the two hour process.

We rushed back to the 'Boro, my sister & mother arrived at my house the same time we did. Anth & I got ready, the kids had a babysitter, & we all went to the Survivor dinner at the Doubletree in Nashville. We had a great time! I won a doorprize (spa facial)!!! I never win anything!! My mom won a door prize too..a great candle, then at the end they told everyone to look under their chair for a sticky note. Guess who won a beautiful floral centerpiece at our table...mom again. She has won so many door prizes since I've been in this world. Kinda funny! AND she gets pulled over a few times a year (she has a lead foot) & NEVER gets a ticket!! Too funny!

When we got home, I was ready to take that wig thing off. My sister massaged my head & it felt wonderful. Abby even tried to do it too. Bless her heart, this is a huge step toward accepting it. This is going to take some getting used to. I feel like I'm carrying a sign saying "Go ahead, stare at the wig!" It just hasn't become part of me yet. My head gets cold, so I keep a "do-rag" on at home. The wig is only for going out. It still has to be fine tuned per se. A lot more cutting & major highlights or lowlights whatever it needs to be more me.

I'm doing great, feel great, but Monday is coming. It is all good, thanks to our good Lord!! Thanks for everything! Keep praying daily for me.