I think the title of this post is pretty obvious. It's finally here, the day when my hair is coming out in clumps, lots and lots and lots of clumps. Good thing I've got lots of hair, so it does not look crazy horrible, yet. I washed it this morning and had to grab the handful of hair out of the drain. When I brushed it wet, so much came out it looked like a man's toupee. I put it in the potty and then my sister Diane came in and gasped "That's gonna clog your toilet!" So into the garbage it went. I actually left the house today without blow drying and went to physical therapy with wet hair because I was scared it would come out in even greater masses. It's all over the house, seriously, it's gross. I have an appointment tomorrow for "the big shave" and that's ok. What I'm dealing with now is icky, hair everywhere. Laurie, my dear hairdresser of over 15 years, is ready and waiting. She'll even trim "Shiloh" for me, so my alter ego will be sassy and ready to go for the weekend.
My sister Claudia claims that I highlight the brighter notes in my journey as I write, and sort of skim over the bad ones. Well, I'm not skimming on this bad one. It sucks, but it's time.
Holy smokes, am I really writing this blog? Ok, here it goes. As you may already have heard, yesterday (April 20, 2010), I was officially diagnosed with Stage 3 breast cancer. We are scared out of our minds, but have to keep our eye on the prize of getting past this and back to our normal lives again, which is what we are going to do. They say you don't realize how much you are loved until something like this happens. I'm already seeing that in a big way. I promise to keep you updated via this Blog. We send our love and ask for lots of prayers and positive energy to help us through this next year. Don't worry too much, I promise to get better :) love kristin and nick