We've been trying to talk Micah into letting us get his hair cut for a couple of months now, really. He's very adverse to cutting hair and nails. Every time we cut his nails, he acts like we're cutting off his fingers. He cries and cries and says he can't feel things on his fingertips. It's weird. He's got some sensory perception stuff going on, for sure.
Dad took him to the pumpkin patch while Mom and I were at chemo a couple of days ago, which was seriously so cool of him:
But then yesterday, Mom had an inspiration and said, "You know, if you let us get your hair cut today, then we will carve your pumpkins tonight."
And by darn, he agreed.
And I got to gut and carve the stupid things. He drew designs on them, and that is all. I mean, I'm nauseated enough after chemo, but having to gut pumpkins amid the nausea? That's love, dude. Pure love. And a little bit of spoiling. And a whole lot of bribery. I'm basically the best parent EVER.
We are currently undergoing Operation Boob Adjustment. Lefty is still higher than Righty, so my plastic surgeon is having me wrap this special thing - okay, really, it's like an ace bandage and not so special at all - around my back, on top of lefty, underneath righty, and back to my back. I have enough bandage to wrap it twice. I actually see it making a difference! Lefty is dropping ever so slightly! We have to take a little break for a couple of days in between, because it makes lefty very, very sore. But we're getting there. How weird, to be literally molding one's body... Lefty is also larger than righty, because we were trying to make gravity bring Lefty down, but it wasn't working, so that's when we commenced Operation BA. In a couple of weeks, we'll fill up Righty to match Lefty, and this part of my boob journey will be over until after radiation. After radiation is when I get my real, permanent inserts.
Oh, and here are some pics of me from chemo a couple of days ago - my friend, Megs's, mom, Lynn, made the purple quilt for me. I looove purple. Thank you, Lynn!!
I saw a lady who finished her last Herceptin treatment (I have to do Herceptin once every three months for a year after radiation is over), and she wept and wept. Her journey is over! It was really emotional and really amazing. That will be me in...wow. March of...2016. Mama. I don't know if I want to wait to have my Cancer Free party until then... :) We'll see, eh?