Just a Picture

I don't really have much to say about cancer, which is a really good thing. I tell some people, and don't tell others. I never hide it. If someone asks about something that leads me into it, I just say it. It's not exactly a secret. It's just weird.

I'm finally getting physical therapy. I worry about lymphoedema, because frankly, it's ugly and I like to wear short sleeves. And it's painful, but mostly, it's ugly. I don't want to wear that sleeve. Also, it seems I ought to do something about my absolute lack of any sort of abdominal muscles. My luck: I had just gotten them, and then I had to get them cut out of me. So I'm learning to strengthen my abs without getting a hernia. Hopefully.

And that's about it. The best news is that I got a round brush to work with my hair! I knew that would be the turning point. Once I could use a round brush I could actually attempt to have a style, and my hair looks so much better. I figured this out on Wednesday, when I took this picture. Enjoy!

I should have stuff to write about after next week, just related to life and fun stuff, but I will not divulge a word of it this week. So don't ask! GO LENAPE MARCHING BAND, NJ State Champs! Good luck tomorrow night in Allentown! (I love being a band mom.)