Happy Birthday, Hayden!

She's 'free'

Three pretty girls


Blurry, but still cute

Piggy Bank from Granny P & Papa


Our Four Beautiful Girls


Iz on the phone



Three is a magic number
Ya it is, it's a magic number
Somewhere in that ancient mystic trinity
You'll get three
As a magic number
The past, the present, the future,
Faith, and hope, and charity,
The heart, the brain, the body,
Will give you three,
It's a magic number

Three is a Magic Number - Various Artists

Chemo went well on Friday. I switched back to Friday for this one so that I will hopefully be feeling better by this coming weekend for Terri's wedding. I thought a few extra days might help me accomplish that goal. So now the crash should be hitting Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday. Not a great way to start the week, but it's better than allowing this stuff to totally control my social life. I want to be there for Terri & Bob, and hopefully this week will go well and I will be able to make it.

Friday night I went to a retirement party for a co-worker. It was nice to get out and see and talk to people from work outside of the office.

Before Hayden's party, Ashton had a soccer game. There are pics of that, and more pics of the party on my flickr. Click on any of the above pics (or the Ashton's picture below) to go there.

She made TWO goals!

Ran a few errands after the party. One of which was to look at some wigs at a place that a girl at chemo told me about. Good to have choices and options. This one is a little shorter than my other one. Now that it's finally cooling off again, I'll probably switch back and forth between the wigs and scarves. It was just way too hot for a wig these past few months. Bald feels best when it's warm, but I don't have the guts to walk around like that with the big ole ears I have sticking straight out of my head.

Sometimes I want people to look at me like I am 'normal', I want to blend in instead of sticking out by looking like the sick girl that I am. I want the 'hey, she's a cute girl' looks I used to get instead of looks of sympathy, pity, fear, and pain that I see in peoples' eyes now.

It is darker than this one

Nothing much else is happening. Just trying to rest when/if I can. Trying to get some things done around the house before the bad stuff hits in earnest.

Besides seeing my family today, two more bright spots in my weekend were phone calls I received from Springfield: one was a 'we're at the concert and thinking of you' call from Michelle. The other was a 'we wish you were here, it's just not the same without you' call from Terri from her bachelorette party. I miss them...it was so good to hear their voices and for the reminder that out of sight is not out of mind.