NOTE; I MESSED UP DOING AN EDIT ON THIS POST - IT WAS ORIGINALLY POSTED 03-31-14
Things have started coming unraveled with my "Dad" situation and I am going to be really busy for the next few days. Hope to have a good report to share with you in a few days.
Just wanted to announce (or warn) that the time has come for the hair to go. If I can get my darling daughter to assist me, I would like to do a final "hair-do" session. Perhaps you remember an early post about "the bald eagle flying high" and Jen's and my ideas on how to doll up my head when hair was beginning to grow back after chemo was completely done. Well, I thought maybe we would try the pink ribbon effect on the going-out period. Yup, if I can get enough guts to actually tie my wispy remaining hairs into some teeny tiny ponytails and put some pink ribbon around them and then have Jenna take a picture, it may bring a smile to your face(or an extreme look of utter horror - whichever). I am so sick of stray strands of hair all over this house. It's everywhere. Whenever I clean the lint catcher on the dryer, it has several hairs in it. I've had enough of that.
I am telling you this ahead of time to protect those of you who have queasy stomachs when it comes to seeing something disturbing that we may air on this blog. As soon as I can get the time to do this, I'll try to work up the nerve to post a picture. By telling you now, you will have time to prepare for the unveiling, or make plans to shield your eyes from the event that may by unspeakably . . . scary.
Anyhoo, I just wanted to give what little faithful sprouts I have left, a fond farewell, a gentle send-off, and a loving thank you for staying as long as they did. Au voir, ma cheri!
Remember - purty is as purty does . . . but fugly can be interesting, too. kiddin' :) I'm such a smartass.
GOD BLESS YOU ALL