Well, friends, the day I had been dreading finally arrived.
And much like the quote from Mark Twain,
"I am an old man and have known a great many troubles,
but most of them never happened."
Several weeks ago, my daughter Kelly and I went to
a wonderful little shop here in Colorado Springs
called In Care of You. The owner is
a breast cancer survivor and she specializes in
helping women through the whole process of getting well
both physically and emotionally (which for me
includes a wig that I feel good in.)
We tried on several wigs and settled on the one above.
One of my sweet friends from church, Joan, had agreed to
shave my head when the time came. She used to be a hairdresser and
just has the most wonderful servant's heart.
But one day my precious daughter-in-law and I
were talking and she said that she would really like
to do that for me. Isn't that just the sweetest offer you
have ever heard? By the way, the picture above
is Mandy modeling one of my scarves.
The last couple of days my hair has been falling
out at an alarming rate, so I knew for certain
it was time. So this morning, on my sweet son's
birthday, Mandy came over and shaved my head.
Before she shaved it, she prayed over me and offered
to give me a Mohawk, saying it would probably
be the only time in my life I would ever have that
opportunity. I politely declined, but that set
the tone for the morning and we actually laughed and had fun!
Here is a picture of the new do.
Side and back view.
Sadly, I actually like the back of the wig better
than I like the back of my own hair.
Here I am in the cute little scarf that Mandy was
modeling earlier for times when I don't feel like
wearing a wig.
I do have a picture of me bald, but I must say that I am not
brave enough just yet to put that on the blog. Let's just say that when
I look in the mirror, I see my precious bald headed
daddy. Now that's not a bad way to spend the next few months
of my life, is it?
On another light note, shortly after my head was shaved,
I got the following text from Jeremy.
"Don't tell Sweetie about shaving your head. I heard
you can get into trouble doing that sort of thing!
I love you!"
Those of you who have known our family for many
years might remember a certain time when
Jeremy shaved his head without permission
while at camp. His mama was not a happy camper!
Thanks for your continued prayers!
Life is very good!