My throat is scratchy and sore. For some odd reason I lose my voice with the chemo treatments. It happened with the first and now the second treatment. I talk a lot so maybe it attacks the weakest link; my voice. I’m smiling here. When I swallow anything it feels like dry sawdust going down. I am so hungry yet I cannot find anything this time that tastes even half way good. I am trying Jell-O this afternoon. I am hoping that will be smoother on the throat.
I am getting used to the “no hair” thing. I only wear my caps or hats when I am outside to protect my bald head from the sun’s rays. I even answer the door without any head covering. My head is small and finding hats to fit my head is a real problem. I wish that I were brave enough to go to work bald but I don’t have that much courage. Actually, I do have that much courage but I don’t know if it would make the customers or co-workers uncomfortable. Prime example; I donned my “Bad Hair Day” cap that my friend, Susan had given me. I went to the store to buy a few packages of Jell-O. A gentleman was waiting behind me at the checkout counter. He commented, “Having a bad hair day, are you?” I smiled softly and replied with only one word, “Cancer.” This total stranger immediately embraces me in the middle of the store saying how sorry he was. I don’t have a voice so I did what I often do, just smile and whispered,”Thank you.” He continues to walk with to the parking lot with me. I turn to go my separate way and this stranger calls out to me, “I am going to pray for you!” Again, I smile and whisper, “Thank you.” I walk quickly to my car hoping he didn’t notice the tears in my eyes. Add a total stranger to the list of people praying for me. My heart is touched and the tears brim over the eyes once I am in the safety of my car.
Tomorrow my sister’s childhood chums will come for lunch. Once a year, I invite these delightful ladies to my home for a full blown “Martha Stewart” type luncheon. Theresa, Karen and my sister stay for the whole day and we catch up on each other’s lives. Usually I plan the menu and table setting weeks in advance. However, this time my sister is preparing the meal for me. I know that my taste buds will not appreciate her culinary efforts but I will definitely enjoy the company. What a wonderful way to end my week surrounded by people who love me and a few who don’t know me but are willing to pray anyway.