“Happiness is not a state to arrive at – but a manner of traveling.”
– Margaret Lee Runbeck
My dear friend, Jennifer, took these photos yesterday when my Mom, Aunt Helen, Kirsten, Brianne, and I visited Salon Monique in Canton for my head shave. There is so much to reflect on from this experience, and I will write much more about it soon. For now, I will share these photos, which speak so much on their own. Then I'll go lie back down. Because early this morning, I experienced the first real side effects of the chemo. Brian lied awake with me. He took care of me and told me that if I throw up, at least he doesn't have to hold my hair back. And when he looked worried, I reminded him that this rough night was great proof that the medicine is working. Because I know that it is.
|Out of the goodness of her own heart, Monique has created a space at her salon for moments like this. I am forever grateful.
|I had no idea that Kirsten came with a bag of tricks. But I should have expected it.
|Having some fun with Kirsten's old Halloween costumes.
|My Auntie Helen.
|Brianne (in case you couldn't tell).
|Me and Monique before she started my haircut.
|The first sound of the buzzer.
|So that's what the back of my head looks like. Huh.
|Me and Jennifer, with the hat that Jennifer gave me.
|Trying on my wig.