Something about losing my
hair makes me look younger. Last night I had to do one more surgery before
chemo, and, after a board meeting at school. All of a sudden, the volunteer at the
patient waiting room desk of the hospital says, “and who are you?” Like when I
really was younger. I have tell her, “I am the surgeon, looking for the family
of so-and-so?” I suppose because of the grey, they had stopped asking me that 5
years ago.
Chemo today. Lots of drugs…that
make me write sappy thank you cards. But I sure am thankful. Last night ate homemade chicken pot pie from
a teacher colleague of my husband's. With real vegetables. It was awesome. Never in my life have I received so much kindness. I really am not worthy.
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