A sure sign that I'm improving in my fight against cancer is my wife last night told me I needed a haircut.
A year ago I expected chemotherapy to render me bald but I was lucky enough to keep my hair. But at that time I was shaggy to begin with and after about three months my wife said, "You need a haircut."
Since September my hair hasn't fallen out, but it also hasn't grown. Lately, my wife has taken little scissors and trimmed around my ears but yesterday she said it was time for a full-blown, professional haircut because it's starting to grow again -- slowly, but it's a start.
I'm happy to comply with her request, eventually. She'll put her foot down when she can't stand it anymore and then I'll visit Deanna, my hair stylist for more than 25 years. "Hair stylist" sounds pretentious, doesn't it? I have no style, really. Deanna cuts my hair, I'm happy; my wife's happy and it'll be nearly another year before I have to do it again.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
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Hi Bruce, I am so glad to know you are doing good. I have recently had the misfortune of losing my 42 year old daughter to retroperitoneal sarcoma. She was diagnosed around the same time you were and we fought a good fight for a year. We lost her on March 30, of this year. I know how hard it is for you to "hang in there", but believe me with your positive attitude and your lovely wife's help, you will. Be assured that God is with you and your family and prayers are the biggest help you can have. We were amazed at the amount of prayer circles that my daughter was on as well as the cards,well wishes, offers of help in any way, money for help with bills, that were given to her. Gives you a boost of faith in your fellow man, doesn't it? I will keep you in all my prayers and may God bless you and your family.
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