Just like a watched pot doesn't boil, a watched head grows no hair

If last August was the month of moving...this August is the month of company.

When we lived in Kelowna we rarely had people stay with us or for that matter come over to visit, although invites were extended.  (For a season we hosted many nights of social activity competing with the East Side Party house...ours was known as the West Side Party house.)  I always thought it had to do with the fact that we had a dog or cats, but we still have the animals--but now, I am changing the sheets on the bed with ferocious regularity!

Josh and Carly just left, I missed their departure as I was at a radiation appointment.  Tucker just arrived for 10 days of mischief and fun with Pippin.  Tomorrow Jamie arrives and Sunday John arrives.

It is such a great feeling to have the room to accommodate the company we have had so far.

Today marks 11 of 20 treatments completed and I have an appointment tomorrow with Dr. P.  Not sure who that is, but I have a feeling it's a GP Oncologist.  Dr. P will more than likely be checking up on my symptoms...not really there to answer any deep questions.  Like....am I cancer free?  And how will we know that I am cancer free?  I don't want the probability and statistics answer.  I want, am I pregnant or not answer.  A yes or no is all I am looking for.

I have several questions for God when this life is through, one of them has to do with the hair loss part of this journey.  Why, for example does the hair on your head fall out first?  Why not your legs?  Why if it falls out of your head first, why doesn't it grow back there first?  Why, when it seems to be growing back does it hurt so much!

So I am learning, just like a watched pot doesn't boil, a watched head grows no hair.

What has sprouted is blonde.  Seriously blonde.  Ugh.  Never in my life have I wanted to be blonde.  This is a serious affront to my sensibilities.....I am kidding--it's not.  I am happy just to have the smattering of hair I do--it means it's a-comin!