When I wake up tomorrow morning (Wednesday), it will be my last chemo day.  Sixteen of sixteen. It’s bittersweet.  I’m sad to be leaving the cancer-killing treatment, the comfortable ease I have with my chemo routine, and the friends I have made in what has become “my” chemo room.  I’m happy to say good-bye to the toxins and their side...

    Maren drew this picture of me yesterday, and said, “Mama I made this picture of you.  Aren’t you beautiful?”:I love many things about this picture: -My hair: it’s pretty true-to-life.  She no longer draws me as she remembers me before cancer; she draws me as I am today. -My teeth: her friend lost a tooth at our house yesterday,...

I cried in the Apple Store today.  (Just eyes welling up, not the ugly cry or anything.)  The Genius evaluated my computer-won’t-charge-very-well situation, and suggested two-hundred dollars for a new charger and a new battery for my five-years-old MacBook.  So I cried because the “Genius” solution to my problem was expensive, and I wasn’t...

My surgery date is scheduled: August 30th.  Four weeks from today. I am looking forward to the surgery; I scheduled it for the first day Dr. Awesome was willing to operate.  I desire no delay for cancer to get comfortable.  And three weeks between my last chemo (8/8) and surgery is enough time for my body to be strong enough for the operation. I feel fine about the...

Oddly, my hair is growing.  I have fuzz.  I thought a lot about how to describe it, but I couldn’t find the right words.  Everyone who sees me these days comments on it, so I thought it appropriate that my far-away-friends should see it too.  Sometimes, a picture does the job right: The hair, my hair, is soft.  Like baby hair.  It is very thin, both in...