His hair fell out in clumps today. I teared up and he said, “Time to get a haircut.” He seems fine with it all. It’s me that falls apart every time something new happens.
Do you ever just feel like nothing is going your way? I decided that it wasn’t cancer when I sat in the hospital room, but the doctors said otherwise. I decided that they would get it all with the surgery, but the radiologist disagreed. So I decided that his blood work would be fine and markers would go back to normal after the tumor was removed, but the oncologist said, “Chemo.” Then I geared up and decided that he wouldn’t get sick, I was wrong again. Hair fell out in clumps today, and he says, “Time to get a haircut.”
I am ready for things to go the way that I want them to.