Hair today, gone today! The deed is done!

Hello all on this beautiful Saturday; well, it is beautiful here, mercifully, after a couple of days of torrential downpours and tornado watches of all things. We even had to put my new BFF - the hammock - into a dry, wind-free place for safe haven. Looking forward to being able to putting it back up so I can swing and sway and comfortably drool away and listen to the birds sing, the squirrels yell at ever-oblivious Gooferella and the chipmunks chirp away (I love chipmunks - they really are darling. We have two families that live under our garage). Most importantly, though, a very happy Canada Day weekend to my dear Canadian friends and family, and hope you and yours have a wonderful celebration planned, eh? Hubby and I are celebrating with you in spirit and will wear our Canadian t-shirts out today (snapshot below - it always gets a giggle)

Lots to report. First, our daisies are coming into bloom. Aren't they just the happiest flower? :-)

Secondly, I am now officially heading into Week-Four-Of-The-Combo-Nuke-And-Chemo-Fun-Fest and good thing, as the side effects are starting to multiply, and candidly annoy and vex me, and just piss me off! I'm trying to stay positive, but every day is an adventure! The newest adventure is that I now have a bionic sense of smell. Things that I used to find smelled delicious and yummy - like pasta sauce (I'm Italian, for God's sake! I was weaned on the stuff!!) - yes, the smell of pasta sauce makes me want to heave. Heavy heavy sigh. The other annoyance is that the hair carnage has now reached truly epic proportions. Both yesterday and this morning, I was pulling clumps of it out of the right side of my head (they aren't nuking the right side of my head) as well as the back of my head (they ain't nuking there either!) and the volume of hair that I was left holding actually made me gasp. Now that may sound slightly melodramatic I confess, but I swear I was shocked at the amount of hair I was left holding. Good news: no tears this time. It was more like: "OK. I am SO done with this shit. Time to tell cancer to F**K RIGHT OFF already", so hubby and I went to his favorite barber shop today. And, not only did I get my buzz cut, but my dear sweet darling hubby kept me company and shaved his big beautiful melon - what a sweetheart right? :-)

So, at this charming barber shop right here in town, this lovely gal by the name of Michelle graciously and lovingly - and I mean that - walked me through a couple of different options. She was just awesome about it all and it was clear that she had done this all before (mercifully; she has been cutting hair for 17 years). I must admit that as I was sitting down and I took off my hat and explained to her why I was there, I did get a little weepy and she was just so sweet and empathetic. She kept reassuring me that she would work through the cut and that all would be well. And I felt good about it. I must admit that as the first buzzzzzzzzzzz went up the back of my head and I saw all the hair, I thought "no turning back now! Gasp!" and then I just felt like a load had been lifted and I felt good. Really good. Because I was telling cancer to F**K OFF!

So, the final result is kind of a combo Mohawk/GI Jane do and I must say, I love it! Michelle was so gracious; she kept saying: "Honey, you have such a beautifully shaped head and a beautiful face - you can so pull this off!" What do you think folks? (oh and that's our fig tree in the background i.e. between us ... it's doing so well. And I love figs AND they're good for you!)



And just for shits and giggles, here's the Canada t-shirt I wore out to "town" today. There were some folks who giggled and others who just didn't get it. And that's ok. I love this t-shirt. Che Beavera. Oh, and I'm wearing my F**K Cancer bracelet (thanks KL!!). So that was the fun for today - the Big Hair-Be-Gone-Excursion. Now that it's done, I feel better. Empowered. And it feels cool (literally) to feel a breeze on my head. Who knows? Maybe I'll keep it this way. HA!

Thanks for the never-ending support, love, texts, FaceTime calls, phone calls (CIF - my abs hurt from laughing so much last night! Facia de shem!) ....thank you all.

And today's sign-off is a tribute to our dear Canadian friends and family on this holiday weekend (oh - hubby and I are going to see the Trailer Park Boys F##k You Santa Claus performance at the Beacon Theatre in NYC in mid-December - YEAH!). Love you all, eh?

And Happy Canada weekend, eh?

Cancerella, Balderello, and The Two Oblivious (Yet Eternally Affectionate) Felines
xoxoxoxo