I am waiting on my diagnosis...they were supposed to call an hour and half ago. I am not a patient person. (God is laughing out loud on that one because that is an understatement! I am RIDICULOUSLY impatient! One of my kids, who will remained unnamed is JUST like me!) So strike first against the enemy, I cut my hair (Amanda did it-I am not stupid!). Short. Not terribly short. I figured I would most likely have chemo at some point so I better get used to it shortER. Amanda almost cried when she cut three inches of it off, but it gave me determination. I almost told her to go shorter but I wasn't super crazy on that idea yet.
Striking first is important, I hear. Ask any Marine....
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