Good morning!
God tells us that even the hairs on our heads are all numbered (Matt. 10:30) and I'm here to tell you that I have about 2,000 fewer than I did a couple of weeks ago! It's amazing that so many can fall out and there's still some left! I woke up Sunday morning about 4:30 and realized my hair was coming out in wads, just wads of hair and I thought, well, this is the day that I can no longer try and make things work. So out came the scarf - no good. Out came a little cap I have - no good. Then I got out "Thelma Lou" (as Don calls her) and it was good! I felt very comfortable and rather excited, too, because I was now ready for church BEFORE Don!! The wig will take some getting used to...it kind of moves around a little bit. I told my Sunday School gals that it's kind of like your pantyhose rolling down only the opposite - the wig rolls up! We got into the car after church and I looked in the mirror (I know - vain, vain, vain!) and it had hooched back a little bit so I pulled it forward and Don said he'd noticed something wasn't right, but didn't know what. So we had a big discussion about signals, etc., to let me know when the thing isn't sitting just right. He said, too, that he'd walk behind me in a big wind storm in case the thing blows off. Oh boy. I am going Wednesday to have what's left on my head shaved off or at least trimmed way down. Those with cancer who have gone through this have said time and again "you'll know when the time is right" and the time is right. Hair is everywhere and enough already!

We would all agree that losing my hair is the least of my concerns. Yes, that is right. Our doctor says that I will be on chemo the rest of my life - if it works. Does that mean I won't ever have hair again? Can you imagine? It's a possibility, for sure. So, I'm going to get used to "Thelma Lou" and anytime you call and want to do breakfast or lunch, I'll be ready in a jiffy!!!

Love,
Deb