Ditched the Wigs!

I've been wearing wigs and hats since I lost my hair at the beginning of December 2017.  I didn't want to even try getting a real haircut because I refused to wear it short. In my mind, I had another year of wigs (making it a total of 2 and a 1/2 years with wigs). 😫 A sweet friend finally convinced me to let her give me a haircut and add some color.  Laura owns two salons in College Station (Celebrity Spa and Salon) and was the only person I trusted during such a vulnerable time. I knew she would do a great job, but I was convinced I would not venture out in public with short hair, NEVER-EVER!
This girl proved me wrong and 5 hours (and a couple of happy/emotional tears later), I walked out of the salon without a wig or a hat!

It's still very hard for me to feel comfortable with it being this short, but it has been liberating.  It feels so good to begin the rebuilding process! 

Dec. 2017

July 2019 (hair didn't start growing back until chemo ended in May 2018)

Tara (hands down one of the biggest players in my support system 💓) and sweet Laura! There are several days/milestones in this journey that I will remember forever and this day is one of them. 💝

Deported!!

This is old news by now, but I'm updating the blog so that I can keep track down the road. I had my port removed on Friday May 24th. I chose to not be put under general anesthesia and I'm very glad I did. This was my 5th surgical procedure in a year and a half and going under anesthesia was getting old. Well, going under wasn't, but waking up from it was!
The procedure itself only lasted 30 minutes and after some tugging and pulling, they took my old friend out.
Recovery was so much faster and we headed to the beach the next day. I felt strange without it for a couple of weeks. I still touch the area looking for it and still wear the seatbelt in my car under my arm to avoid it touching my port, but I no longer miss it. I am beginning to see glimpses of normalcy and it feels SOOOO GOOD. I love EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. I appreciate the little things in ways I can't describe and the bumps on the road, are just that... Best of all, I still believe that life is good. Very good!

MDA wouldn't let me keep the port, so I got a picture instead.

Scans

I got to the hospital at 6:45am yesterday and things went smoothly all day. I got my contrast via IV and they took pictures of my insides.  For whatever reason, I was not panicking with anxiety about this scan, like usual. Maybe it was the fact that I had surgery less than a week prior or the fact that I knew I would hear the results during my 1:30pm appt with my Oncologist? Whatever it was, I liked it. Joe met me for lunch and then we waited for our appt. I need to add that this detour would have been A LOT shittier without him. 💜
Anyway, scans were CLEAR! I hope they stay as clear as water until I'm 92. After that, I don't really care what happens. 😎

I meet with my plastic surgeon next week so that he can clear me to have surgery to have my port removed. My hope is that I'll have it taken out this month!!!  😱

My hair is OFFICIALLY out of control. It's SO fluffy that my wigs don't really fit anymore. 😩
But check out those miniature palm trees on my head. It's like I'm a 1-2 year old. LOL!