Hair Cut Day
June 5, 2018
We were waiting in line at Walgreen's yesterday to pick up a prescription for my Mikie. He ran his fingers through his hair and held out his hand. It was full of his beautiful almost all white hair. What a surprise! It came a week earlier than I had anticipated. We drove straight to Caitlin's house so she could buzz the rest of it off. Cancer be damned.
Really, when I think about this whole Cancer adventure, it has all been a surprise. When did this nasty stuff have its beginning? Why did it appear at this time when we are supposed to be serving the Lord in the London Temple? Is the chemo that kills his hair follicles also killing the cancer? The questions could go on and on.
I believe all of those questions will be answered in time. If not in this life, surely in the next. The one big surprise that we both have to keep foremost in our minds is that the Lord has truly guided our steps since we got his diagnosis. His hands led us to the correct doctors both in England and here at home. He opened doors for us to buy this home. He filled Norliss McKay's mind with words of peace and encouragement in the blessing he gave Mike. He has inspired our family to reach out and do ordinary and not-so-ordinary things to help us make the transition to our new home.
Mike has one more round of chemo here in Show Low at the Cancer Center before he goes down to MDAnderson in Gilbert. I am confident that round will finish off his body hair. I am also confident that he will be able to manage it. That nasty stuff knocked his socks off the first time around. I would find him sleeping away and then, he would jump up and put up a few pieces of trim or do a little touch-up painting somewhere. I hope and pray he can continue this routine when the next round happens. I don't care one bit about his hair. That stuff is replaceable. He can be a husband, dad, pops, and friend with or without his hair. Who knows - he may find he likes a clean head after all.
