A New Do

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."

it wasn't nearly as bad as I was expecting.

One of the side effects of my chemotherapy is losing my hair.

Those of you who know me well know that I spend

a lot of time and a lot of money making

sure my hair looks good, so naturally I was dreading being bald.

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!