The next day was Thanksgiving. I was going to write a blog about so many things I was thankful for but I just couldn't get up enough energy. I told JoLynne, I feel like I have a great engine and one teaspoon of gas. Every time I would get up I would have to lay back down and get my teaspoon back again. I did feel well enough to sit at the table with everyone for about half an hour which was nice. From that point on my energy has been returning. Everyday I have felt better than the day before, more energy, less tired, less pain. Somedays, I feel almost normal.
Yesterday my hair started falling out in earnest. Every time I would run my hands through my hair my hands would come out full of hair. I didn't expect this to bother me so much as a man but it really did. For the last few days I kept having nightmares of my hair all being on my pillow in the morning or something like that. I told JoLynne that I was going to pray that I woke up with all my hair gone and that she had a 3 inch pony tail. She laughed and didn't think God would allow that miracle. Well, I finally got tired of watching it fall out slowly and we decided to cut it all off last night. Mike, my son-in-law, wanted to cut his hair as well, which I kept telling him was unnecessary but he insisted. We got Seth online via Skype so that he could watch the festivities through the computer. First Mike cut off my hair than I cut his. Then Spencer popped up and said he wanted his off as well. Spencer's hair is amazing, thick and soft and so full. Kind of a shame to cut it but he insisted. So three heads got bald that night. Several men in the high priests quorum have offered to cut their hair as well. Gee, it's going to be cold winter for all of us. Today, Seth sent an email from China. He went to the barber the next day and had his hair cut as well. We didn't go all the way bald since I worry about cutting myself with a razor while on chemo so it's just really short. I went in to shower and looked at myself in the mirror after the hair cut. I decided that I look like one of the pictures of the Jews in the concentration camps. Mostly bald and so pale and emaciated due to the chemo. Lucky for the rest of the world that I wear clothes. Trust me, it isn't pretty.
|Sampson before Delilah|
|What I was getting every time I touched my hair|
|Not quite as bald as Bishop but I am working on it|
|Bald is beautiful|
|Even in China|