Road Trip

The hero sometimes needs to make a detour or a side trip in order to obtain a secret weapon.

Today I picked up one of my secret weapons -- or rather, three secret weapons.

I visited my cousin Peggy, who happens to a have a cache of synthetic wigs thanks to her mother. Aunt Lori ran a salon which sold wigs, and she had a selection she wore on a regular basis. There were six from which to choose. We quickly determined short, curly hair is not a good look for me. In fact, long curly hair is not a good look for me either.

In the end I opted to borrow one very light blond, one ash blond and one red. Two are about chin length and one is a little longer, sitting about shoulder length. So now I'm officially ready for my hair to start falling out; a process which could begin as early as tomorrow.

Later we met Ian and June at Just Us Coffee in Greenwich, outside of Wolfville. I had a peppermint latte (I'm still off coffee) and Rob drank espresso. June declared the four of us will go to Italy in a year and a bit (the fall of 2010), once I'm all better again. I can't argue with her, it sounds like a doable plan to me.

Yesterday I received an armload of cards. Well, five. I don't think I've every received five cards in the mail in one day, ever -- even at Christmas. Rebecca, Eileen and Darrell, Diane and Richard, Kathy (a colleague from Colorado) and the Atlantic Presbyterian Cursillo all sent get well wishes.

It was a good day. I made it all day with no naps. Hopefully next week I will feel normal and maybe do some spring cleaning. Then it will be time blood work on the 31st and start the cycle again with chemo on April 2nd. At least I'll have great-looking hair. Even if it's not my own.