A new day

Last night I faced my fear.  I cried all day.  I felt sorry for myself a little.  That didn't help anything.  It just made me feel worse.  Teresa called last night, in the middle of one of my fits of tears and I told her I had asked David if he would shave my head.  She asked if I wanted her to come over with the clippers and I said yes.  She and her daughter came over and spent time with me and encouraged me and I appreciate them so much!  Physically and emotionally I felt better after we were done.  I cried most of the time she was shaving my head.  It's easy to look from afar at other people who are waging this battle and think their bald heads are beautiful because they are fighting for life...but it's different when you are staring at the mirror and looking at your own.  This is a small price to pay to live a longer life...to see my baby girl grow up...to hug my husband for years to come.  I asked my daughter last night if Mommy was still pretty and she gave me a big smile and said, "Mommy pretty!".  It melted my heart in so many ways that it still brings tears to my eyes.  I have so many encouraging people in my life and I can't express how eternally grateful I am for each and every one of you!  One of my friends emailed me this verse and I felt it very fitting considering how weak I've felt through this part of my journey:

"My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.  Therefore, I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me.  That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties.  For when I am weak, then I am strong." 2 Corinthians 12:9-11

This is the new me...I have to say my wig turned out pretty natural looking. :)