I had originally made plans to travel with my parents to Houston for Mom’s 2nd round of chemotherapy. After completing routine blood work, the MD couldn’t risk treating Mom with her platelets at such a dangerously low level. They will try again next week.
In the meantime, Mom has been losing a tremendous amount of hair (a common and expected side effect to her chemo). I drove to Waco for the weekend to love on Ma and accompany her to the beauty salon for support.
She was cracking me up---laughing SO hard at all of the wigs that Robert would try on her. (Robert and Linda have been cutting/coloring Mom’s hair since I was a baby girl- good people).
Here we go… deep breath…
No more long strands of hair falling in her face at night, when she showers, when she sits down or walks across the room…
This is Mom’s “new-do” on loan until her own, personal wig arrives.
Even Shi dawg approved of Granna’s new cut and had to give her some wet, sloppy kisses.
I absolutely HATE cancer, y’all. My heart aches for all of you out there who are experiencing this horrible disease in one way or another. Fight on, my friends---and thank you so much for your prayers and well wishes for Mom.
Tis only a small blip in a LONG and beautiful life, sweet woman.
I love you, Mom.