Bald on the run
Did you see me this morning? I was the bald one running through our neighborhood. Yes, you read that correctly. I’m exercising because I want to be strong. I dropped the girls off at Phenom’s house. By the way, Maren was again clamboring all morning to get there already, and there were no tears from Greta at drop-off. Praise the Lord! I did strength exercises in my family room and then went for a run with no stroller. Pre-cancer, a kid-free work-out was one of my greatest luxuries. Now, being strong is part of my job description, so it’s bumped higher on the priority list.
I started off wearing a running hat, but I got hot. Some girls are too polite to sweat: they dab their forehead for effect, they can go straight from working out to social events and no one is the wiser. Me? I’m a sweat monger. There is nothing polite about it. I also turn bright pink because of my fair complexion. So, yes, this morning I was the pink, very sweaty woman who jogged by your house. And I was hot (obviously, I’m talking temperature here, not sexiness). So, the choices were to either stay hot, take my t-shirt off and run in my sports bra (ha–yea right!), or take off the hat. So, I took off my hat for the last mile. I am proud of myself for being out there running in the first place. I’m not embarrassed or shy; I’m just bald.
I go bald a lot. My family sees me bald all the time; people tell me I have a very nice head shape. All of my neighbors have seen me bald: playing with the girls on the back patio or getting the mail. I frequently answer the door bald (and surprise the visitor!) If I’m wearing a scarf, Maren will often come over and take it off, saying “I like you like this Mom.” Last night we were rushing out the door for Maren’s soccer game, and when I pulled up to the field I realized: I have no hat. Oooops. I looked around the car and assessed my choices: go bald, tie Greta’s burp cloth on my head, tie a cardigan on my head, tie the ever-present car towel on my head, or go home. Obviously, I had to go bald. Oh, and it was raining. Awesome. But, honestly? It was fine. Halfway through the game I did put my cardigan over my head because I was cold, but it was raining and I had an umbrella, so I didn’t feel ridiculous. I do think it’s pretty great that I felt more ridiculous with the cardigan on my head than I did showing my bald head. It’s just not a big deal to me.
Healing from the cancer, now that is a big deal to me. Here’s how you can pray for me today:
-Chemo is from about 1:30-4:30pm today (Eastern). Pray that my blood counts show that I am strong enough to take it. And then pray that the chemo drugs would target the cancer cells and spare the healthy cells.
-Pray for my immune system. I have plantars warts that are showing up on my feet because my immune system is weak. (Last night a friend lovingly suggested that the warts are impurities bubbling to the surface and melting away–not a medical explanation, but makes me feel better about the warts.) I also have infected hangnails that are giving me problems. I know, it’s all so glamorous.
-Pray for the girls as they are with Phenom today and tomorrow.
-Pray for Brad as he will have three to take care of this weekend.
Also, please pray for me as I am working on reading and understanding how I can be a good cancer patient and give myself every advantage in this fight. I’ve appreciated your comments. Once I can synthesize my ideas into some concreteness, I anticipate I will be asking for some help. Hopefully I’ll pull together a post on that while I am letting the chemo work over the next few days. The “Help the Andersons” link (over there on the right) has been so helpful. People have been offering to help us and then my friends, the help administrators, plug them in with what would be beneficial to us. Thank you, again, for all the comments, help, prayers, gifts, and love you are sending our way. I’ll be reading emails/comments in the chemo room today. I. Soak. It. All. In. Love wins.