Life really takes some twists and turns doesn't it? Last time I wrote, my biggest worry was school. Now there's Mark. I had a lovely week in the hospital with him. He thinks it was only 2 days. Morphine really makes time fly. And let me just say, no matter how good they make hospital cafeteria food look, it's not. But they can't ruin candy bars and bags of chips so that's what I ate (and ate) as I sat in that room trying to study between nurse visits every 15 minutes! A hospital is not the place to be if you need to rest and heal. Anyway, just when we thought Mark could go home, they come and tell us he has lymphoma.
Well, OK so here we go again--six chemo treatments every three weeks. That puts us from now through June before he's finished with poison therapy.
So far after one treatment he hasn't felt too bad, but you must remember that he has two huge wounds still from his back-to-back surgeries that are still healing. He can't understand why he doesn't feel like playing tennis! The oncologist told him that his beautiful thick wavy hair would fall out in 10 to 14 days after his treatment and they were right on. I can attest to the fact that hair falling out in big clumps is really disgusting. So when his did, he just wanted to cut it off before it got to be a mess. This is BEFORE:
This is DURING:
So now here's the question--What style of hat works the best with Mark's bone structure (and ears)? I let him try on some of my cancer hats to try to decide.
Here he is as a baaad biker dude. (Well maybe not too baaad.)
Mmmm, I don't think any of these looks is quite right. But I do rather think the French beret look is sexy.
But I think I'll see him most often as the All-American boy I married. If you don't know this fabulous man, you're missing out because he's one in a million!
Mark, I'm with you through all the tough days ahead and I can only hope I do it with the patience, love and caring you gave me six years ago. I love you. XOXOXO