She did a marvelous job, showing me how to use about 6 tools to paint on brows.  I looked just like Joan Crawford's pic, without Hollywood hair, flawless skin and stunning eyes and lips.  In other words, I don't need so much attention drawn to my face.

They're Growing!

I seemed to channeling the brows of the late Andy Rooney. My brows were filling in nicely, but they weren't exactly growing into a nice arch. They were popping up everywhere. Some were curling up and some were sticking straight out. I must have stood with the hand mirror in the window light for 20 minutes, the day I made that discovery. As if my brow study wasn't freaky enough, I suddenly realized the "pool guy" was in the back yard and was probably wondering about the vain woman and her mirror. I yanked the curtain closed and laughed at myself.

So, I went to a nearby brow-threading salon and got a little help with the shape. But little can be done to get those wild ones to lay down and take a nap. It will take time. At least my brows aren't white, like Andy's!

"Beth, those nuts are not just for decoration!" I had to remind myself.
This is the first year I've not waited for New Year's Day, to start my resolutions!

All 4 headed off yesterday. I'm already missing these guys... and the furry one with the blue eyes!

The Outings

I'm missing the things we did. Our few days together were spent mostly at home.  But we did squeeze in a little beer and polka dancing one night. There were of couple trips to the dog park. The balmy weather made the dog pond appealing to all.

​Important Projects

At home we made time for special food, drink and music activities.  Lots of baking happened in the kitchen. There was a not too serious beer sampling & scoring project. 
And on Christmas night, I made sure that Heidi and I got in a little Christmas dueting.
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Gifts

On Christmas there were lots of goodies to open. The best part was listening to the banter... the stories behind the gifts and why certain gifts were chosen... 

​Hands and Humor

Best of all, the kids kept me laughing as they always do.  Scott had some fun with a set of stocking stuffer tiny hands. Heidi and Chali hammed it up with their rings. I was amused by their silly posing, but also touched. It's nice to be reminded that these 4 will be gathering at holidaytime for many more years to come.

​Good-Bye

After cars were packed and kids were off, I expected to feel the post-Christmas letdown. I did feel sentimental and I missed them right away. But instead of feeling the blues, I just felt so grateful that we had been able to gather all 6 of us.  I no longer take anything for granted!

As I've said, my social calendar is not full. I really should be able to handle the few gatherings I've been invited to attend. 

​What to Wear?

A wig malfunction would have been a good converstaion starter, I guess.  And I was able to laugh with those I know well enough... "How's that wig feel to ya?"   

Awkward Conversations

I've always prefered one-on-one chats to group conversations. Over the years, I've gotten better in groups, but my socializing in the past months has been with just family and close friends. This holiday-time has sort of forced me out of my comfort zone. There are people I'm suddenly conversing with in groups, who are seeing me for the first time in a wig, with my straggly eyelashes and brows. I can tell by expressions when someone is trying to figure out why I look different.  And I can tell when someone is avoiding me, because they're uncomfotable about what to say. It's awkward, until someone says something that allows me to announce. "Yes! I'm done with treatments and all is good!" and then we can move on.

Home Sweet Home

I always knew I was a bit of a happy hermit.  And now especially, I crave being home, when I feel my wig getting scratchy. I'm like a horse heading to the stable, eager to get home and whip off my wig.

I will always prefer being at home with family or a couple friends or just myself. But I also know, I'm better off when I face a crowd and a few awkward moments.  I learn from every one of those encounters and I grow in confidence.  I'm glad to be healthy and able to join in... and to have the fun of coming home again!

I tried them on and thought, "No one will notice my missing lashes and brows, if I have these size 18, men's Pendelton boots on my feet! 

Winter Running Style

Luckily my social invites are limited, so I don't face closet melt-downs on a daily basis. And the good news is, I can still wear my clothes. I haven't gained or lost a lot of weight like some cancer patients.  Mostly I'm just going to enjoy my cozy clothes at home. Get dressed up when I need to... and wonder with great anticipation what kind of hair I'll have, by this time next year!

It's been 7 months since I halted my Quilt Programs. I miss those gatherings around the quilt, sharing music, stories, games and lots of laughs. The time I used to spend around the quilt with groups of seniors and kids, has always been as therapeutic for me as I hoped it was for others.

Decisions

Now that my treatment has come to an end, I have some decisions to make about 2017. At the 6 centers I visit, there have been changes with staff as well as residents and participants. It's hard starting back and trying to explain my program all over again. It's hard going back and finding out that some elderly seniors have passed away. 7 months shouldn't seem all that long, but it's intimidating thinking about a return, when I feel like I might not be known or remembered. 

Silverado  Visit

Last week, after one of my treatments, I stopped by Silverado Senior Living Center. This is the residential facility for Alzeimer's residents, where 8 years ago I modified my kids' Quilt Program for the elderly. My mother was a resident, so I had a selfish motivation. But after Mom passed away four years ago, I was so commited to the weekly gatherings, I couldn't just stop.  I started up more groups.  

So a few days ago I got back on the horse and headed to Silverado.  I was surprised at how easy it felt.  It was a treat to recieve hugs from old staff, who knew the reason I'd been away.  It was sad when my dear resident friends had no idea who I was, even though they seemed delighted to see me. But that was also refreshing. I enjoyed these little reunions with folks who knew nothing about my cancer. 
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Kids at The Shelter
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Another day, I packed up my quilt and headed towards the Women's Shelter where I've volunteered with kids for 12 years.

Again, it was nice knowing I could share a festive experience with kids who didn't know me or my health history.  

I packed up some jingle bells and music. I tossed in some Christmas books and my giraffe puppet and headed over, to get in the holiday spirit.

Books

It was a small group, which was a relief.  In past years, I've organized gatherings with larger groups, lugging in gifts and food.  I didn't have the energy for that.  I loved sitting on the quilt with my small group and sharing some stories.

The kids were glued to the illustrations for a while. They even pulled some dolls onto the quilt to help enjoy some books. 

I am now convinced that I'll be returning to some kind of program routine, in 2017.

I completed my radiation treatment today. 33 treatments!  I got hugs from my therapists and my doctor greeted me with huge congrats. Then it was time to ring the bell.

I got my certificate, then a small group of staff gathered to witness my bell ringing. They told me to read aloud, the words on the plaque. There was something pretty corny and school-ish about that, but I was game. I read those words, then clanged that bell 3 times.  Luckily I had some candy canes with me. I needed those for bribery. 

I don't like being alone in the spotlight, so the others joined me for a photo.

When we got home there was a beautiful arrangement waiting on the porch, from my daughter and her fiance. I read the note and teared up.  I'm a person who acts silly with donkeys, I'm not a person who cries easily.

A while later, I got on the computer and found myself tearing up again. This time I saw Scott's post on Facebook. He was sharing my good news, with words like grace and strength. But it was his opening words, "so proud of my mama..."  that put the lump in my throat.

I Get It Now

My family allowed me to remember that there is something serious behind this celebration. My kids, who posed for me, in coordinating outifts 25 years ago are all grown up. Now they have to remind Mom to be serious for moment.  They gave me permission to be proud of what I've gone through.  

So for a moment, I allowed myself to go back and remember last May... that agonizing morning, 200 days ago, when I worked up the courage to pick up the phone to call the kids. Don offered, but I wanted the kids to hear my voice and I knew I would feel better when I heard theirs. They both reacted with honest emotion, then strength and encouragement. From that day on Heidi and Scott and of course their dad, have kept me supported with their comforting concern and their uplifting humor.

My kids were able to remind me today, that I can enjoy the celebration and enjoy some happy tears!

My wooden donkey-mascot, usually just sits on a shelf at home.  No, I do not take Ms. Donkey with me to every appointment.  But since I realized I was nearing the end of treatment, I tossed her in my bag to meet a few friends at the cancer center.

My treatments are pretty quick, but over 6 1/2 weeks, I've grown fond of the 7 therapists I see daily.  I always make sure I get in a few questions while I'm there.  I know a little about each of them and they know a little bit about me. They've seen me wig-less and they've drawn marks on my body, so why not let them meet my butt-kicking donkey? So the other day, Ms. Donkey came along and tested out my "radiation table" ... then posed on some hands.

Yesterday, the donkey met a few more friends. She made a special stop at the front desk, where I'm greeted everyday by at least 3 big smiles and "Good Mornings!"

I kind of hate it that Ms. Donkey is going to be out of a job, soon!  But she's done a good job along the way, making quite a few laugh... especially me.

There must be 1,000 options for radiation treatments in Houston. I go to a place in a shopping center.  There's nothing glam about it, but I feel so incredibly lucky to walk in that door every day.  Plus the parking is free, with spaces reserved for patients, right by the door!

My Nigerian friend and I chat daily while we wait for our treaments.  The other day, we both laughed about the fact that we live in the city with the highest ranked cancer hospital in the world and yet we aren't able to go there. We agreed that we are fine with not going to MD Anderson. We both trust and appreciate our doctor and staff.

My friend told me about the MD Anderson patients he has met through his work. His job at St. Regis Hotel has put him in contact with the wealthiest of patients, who fly in from all over the world to be treated.  "They bring their families and sometimes book entire floors of the hotel. Sometimes they stay for a couple years while being treated..."  I was shocked to picture these cash paying "customers" and it made me feel even more grateful to be surrounded by patients who are real, everyday people.  

My friend told me how grateful he was for his care, since leaving Nigeria 30 years ago. We both talked about the people all over the world who don't have the means to be treated for their cancers at all.  I'm glad to meet people who can remind me to appreciate what I have!

It's pretty exciting to be so near the end of my treatments!  I can check surgery, chemo and radiation off my list. But there's one more thing...

In early November I got scheduled for one more little surgery, at the end of December. Not exactly a fun thing to look forward to, but I've met my deductible, so it's a treat not having to pay for meds and appointments. Plus, I'm ready to be done with this minor discomfort, that became major with my chemo treatments. I won't go into it, but I was glad to meet Dr. D and I was encouraged that this surgery would take care of things. He seemed likeable, with a decent sense of humor. As I recall, we ended up laughing about my wig. Now that I'm thinking about that jolly conversation, I'm so mad I want to throw my Dammit Doll... maybe at him. 

Yesterday, I was scheduled for my pre-op.  I asked the woman on the phone to check on my coverage one more time.  She called me back 10 minutes later saying, she was very sorry, but there had been some confusion. My surgery was NOT covered. Then she added, "And I'm afraid Dr. D doesn't accept your insurance."  "What!" I wailed into the phone, remembering how they handed my insurance card back to me in the office, saying there was no charge since I'd met my deductible.  "You'll be getting a bill for that appointment, I'm afraid." 

I was a mess when I got off the phone. It's too late to set up surgery with a different doctor for 2016.  I'll just keep my fingers crossed that I have no agonizing flare-ups before I can schedule in the new year... with my new insurance... and a new list of doctors and facilities that I can't use.  

Today is a new day and I think I have the strength to throw that doll! And I am not paying that bill.

Dreading the Drive
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Back in October, I dreaded the 6+ weeks ahead. I wasn't sure what radiation would be like, but I did know what driving in Houston was like. I didn't look forward to spending a minimum of 60 minutes in the car for daily appointments.

But a few friends offered to go along to appointments, now and then.  It seemed silly at first, since I needed no help.  But I certainly had the time and it was a great excuse to get together and talk in the car... or eat lunch after.  Houston's Citycentre area has some pretty nice outdoor dining options and it was a good time of year for that!

Don was up for some fun exploring on the days he went along.  We stopped on Highway 6 and ate fried shrimp at the  crazy looking boat-shaped restaurant I've wondered about for 18 years.   Another day we shopped and dined in Houston's Asiatown, where street signs are in Mandarin and you can find every kind of Asian food... from Taiwanese to Korean.

But for most of these 6 past weeks, I've driven myself and I've actually enjoyed it. My 10:00 appointment times have helped me avoid traffic and I've allowed extra time to avoid stress, in case I meet up with some. I've listened to NPR and heard some wonderful stories and learned about authors and artists and heroes.  And I've taken different routes home, meandering through ritzy neighborhoods or different ethnic shopping areas.  I've even taken my running shoes and stopped for a  quick jog in a park, on a pretty day.

Two More Times

I only have two more treatments and two more drives. I never thought I'd say, "I'll sort of miss this drive."

Lately, I've complained a lot about hair loss.  And yesterday morning I was distraught when I thought I lost Ms. Donkey.  But the hair is growing slowly and my good luck donkey mascot was found... and I'm feeling foolish for fretting over minor worries.

Yesterday evening, I was reminded about real loss, when I heard someone I knew died unexpectedly.  How could this incredibly well-liked, energetic man suddenly be gone? Hadn't I just clicked "like" to Tommy's new profile picture, after spotting his huge smile on Facebook? I pictured his son, who was in marching band with my son and I couldn't imagine the pain he must be feeling. 

It's Christmastime, the hardest time to face a loss.  Four years ago today, my mom died unexpectedly.  Two years ago, my brother-in-law also died unexpectedly. Five years ago, I lost my much younger half-brother in December. It's not a time of year we expect to grieve.

So instead of getting mad myself for pouting over the stupid things, I'm putting a tiny angel next to my donkey and reminding myself to enjoy each day and to take no one for granted.