Here we are...a couple of baldies! 

Josh came home with a shaved head on Monday night so now we're BOTH bald!  He mentioned how self conscious he felt as a baldy, but of course I think he looks cute.  His hair grows so fast that in a couple weeks, you'll probably never know he shaved his head in the first place.

 

I can't believe tomorrow already marks 1 week since I shaved my own head!  It seems like forever ago already.  I was so anxious about losing my hair since day 1, and then when Friday came around I felt (strangely) cool, calm, and collected.  I'll admit that I started to sweat a bit a couple hours before heading out for my appointment, but it was a brief moment of anxiety, and then it passed.  God had to have been with me on Friday, guiding me through this process.  I really don't how how else to explain the peace I felt inside.  I was actually quite proud of myself!  There were very few tears.  I know it's hard to believe being how many blog entries I've posted about my darn hair, but ask my witnesses (mom and Josh).  They'll tell you the same thing.  We were joking around and having a good ole' time by the time we left the appointment. 

I took Monday off as an extra day for myself in case I was mourning my hair, but I did so well that I didn't really need it.  It was nice though to get caught up on sleep...and laundry!  Tuesday morning was a tad nerve racking just because I was debuting my wig at work, and didn't know how those around me would react.  I decided that I'm going to wear the shorter/darker wig to work everyday and not switch it up with the blonde one like I was thinking about doing (I'll save the blonde one for the weekends).  The people that don't know I have cancer just think that I cut my hair and dyed it dark, which I'm totally cool with!  In fact, I prefer that.  One of the new gals in the office asked me if I cut off a lot of hair, which I thought was kind of funny.  I just told her, "yeah...you could say that!".  Oh, if she only knew! I wasn't about to get into how it's not really my hair, and how I have cancer because 1.)  It makes the conversation weird and 2.)  I want to be treated like a normal person.  For the most part I haven't had too many issues, but there are a couple people who treat me like I'm a delicate porcelain doll who could shatter at any second.  I hate that!

I have my 8th chemo treatment tomorrow morning.  Mom and Josh will be there as usual.  I'm sure my PET scan appointment will be made for sometime next early next week so we can figure out a game plan for the rest of my treatment.  I'm already getting anxious for my PET scan, but I'm sure it'll be fine!  My friend Megan calls it scanxiety, which is a perfect name for it.  I don't know if I'll ever be comfortable with this process - or shall I say the waiting game process and the moment right before the results are read.  After chemo, we'll make our way home and I'll get in a good nap, and then it's off to Mankato!  Josh is graduating from his MBA program on Saturday, and I could not be any prouder of him and his accomplishments. I know I'm technically supposed to hunker down at home this weekend and stay away from large groups of people, but I refuse to miss this special moment.  It's not everyday your spouse graduates, and with top honors might I add!  Stay tuned for pictures!