Mamas Got New Hair

Glare

I noticed the other day when I tried to put my hair in a bun that I had a lot of fly aways and baby hairs sticking out all over my head. I guess there is always a certain amount of new hairs growing out of your head but I’d never had this many baby hairs before. It was especially ‘bad’ around my fore head and hair line. You can actually kind of notice it in my birthday pictures, a layer of small fluffy hairs sticking out around my face and part. A halo of hair, if you will.

I couldn’t figure out what the hell was going on with my hair until I realized, it’s been about a year since I got the all clear from the cancer agency. I guess my body is starting to function like it use to.

While none of the cancer treatments made me lose my hair, the over all wackiness of my hormone levels caused by my cancerous thyroid did. My hair became thinner and more brittle. The texture totally changed and everything about it was ‘not normal’. After my surgeries and treatments it took the doctors quite a while to figure out a good level of thyroid replacement therapy for me. Every time I went for a blood test my levels were uped so there was really no consistency for my body. However, for the past 6-9 months my levels have stayed the same, which I guess is allowing my body to fully get back to the way it  use to be, hence all my new hair!

It’s going to take a long time for my hair to fully regain the status it once had, especially if I wait for all these baby hairs to grow as long as the others, but it’s nice to know things are getting back to the way they where (yay thick Italian hair!!!). As for now, I guess I need to start going to bed early to read the little guys a bed time story and encourage them to grow in to strong and long healthy adult hairs!

Good News Bears

Red Door

Today is the day I can officially say I am Cancer Free.

Today is the day I can stop worrying about the next time I have to go for tests.

Today is the day I don’t worry about results.

Today is the day I live again.

I still have to go back for yearly blood tests.

I still have to have all my levels monitored.

But I can live with that.

I’m so glad this day has finally arrived.

Thank you to everyone who showed their love and support <3

The Best Conversation Ever

Enter Home Depot Garden Center.

Spot bag of Potting soil. Pick it up and head to cash desk.

Say Hello to 18 year old male cashier with a lisp.

“Did you find everything you needed today?”
“Yup!”
Looks down at bag of dirt.
Do you have all the pots and plants that you need?”
“Yes, I got them yesterday.”
Rings in bag of dirt and looks up.
“OMG What happened to your neck!?”
“Oh, haha (awkward laugh) I had Thyroid Cancer”
“OH…oh…well…congratulations on not dieing!”
“BAHAHAHA, thanks!”
“Ugh, that probably sounded weird, but it sounded good in my head.”
“Haha no worries!”
“Here is your recipt, have a good day!”
“Thanks!”

HAHAHAHA. Best conversation of my life!

I’ve often caught people staring at my scar, but no one has ever asked about it before. I often wondered why no ones ever asked me about it, until yesterdays conversation came up. As I quickly tried to come with with the answer in my head, I realized that the variety of answers someone could give a stranger asking about a scar on their body are endless. They could be as funny as a story about getting drunk and falling, or as gruesome as getting into a fight with their boyfriend. In the end, I think the majority of people have a NEGATIVE story as to why they have a scar on their body. Most good stories don’t end with your skin being ripped open and then sewn back together!

Clearly, this kid was taken a back by my answer, but then really, what kind of answer was he expecting!?

Not A Fan

I hate when nurses act all sketched out around you and as much as you try to read it to what they are reacting to, you can’t, and you are left to believe that something has gone wrong, when in reality, it could be that everything is fine and they are just horrible at interacting with people.

I read too much into situations and then I worry myself sick.

The important thing to remember is, if something HAD been wrong, they would have called me back.

Now my brain is mush.

Puke Face

The shots I’ve had to get for my Thyroid test this week, have left me nauseous, dizzy, and sick as a dog.
I spent all afternoon yesterday laying down in the Design Room, puking in the bathroom, and attempting to be a good employee.
I failed.
I left work at 4:30 and had to pull over on my way home.
I walked in the door and ran for the bathroom.
I was in bed the whole afternoon/evening.
I finally took some Gravol and started to feel better at around 9pm.
I was able to stomach a piece of cheese at 9:30pm.
The Gravol made me hallucinate and I couldn’t fall asleep until 11pm.
It also didn’t help that the one person who could take care of me has a broken ankle and couldn’t move.
My body aches from being hunched over the toilet.
I feel very weak, and I’ve got more tests coming up this afternoon.
I need this week to be OVER.

Just so you know.