Peach Pastry aka baby bottoms

Peter brought these pastries to us  from our favorite pastry shop. They are a sweet pastry like a cream puff, only more dense, filled with yummy cream. The pastry is soaked lightly in a delicate fruit juice. Then they are sprinkled with sugar for a fuzzy look and decorated with marzipan leaves and candied orange stem.  Yummy.

They remind me of my hair growing back.

Kerstin shaved my head when the hair was coming out in gobs in my comb.  It was laying on my pillow and bed and I didn’t want to inhale it the next morning or have it for breakfast.

I never did get the desired shiny bald head.  The razor left a little fuzz that I expected to fall out.  Later, after I asked, I discovered that all my hair might not fall out because of the dose of chemo I received. So, I have this beard on my head which is now progressing to grow.

I’ve discovered that my hats are too warm, at least while the temps are in the upper 70′s.  But, the wigs and my saucy straw hat with a scarf are ok.  I like feeling normal in the wig, but I also have no problem going ‘au natural.’  The air on my fuzzy head feels refreshing.

Peter is anxious to have my hair grow back.  He hits me on the head like the 3 Stooges hit Curly.  Ouch!  I like my head to be petted nicely like a puppy.

Now, for some trivial information.  I stopped shaving my legs Feb. 26 when I went into the hospital.  After waiting until April 18, when I started the new regimen, I noticed the hairs were really very long.  So, like my head, I did not loose all my hair or my eyebrows.  So, I shaved, and will wait to see if the radiation ( low dose) affects my head or legs.

Another piece of trivia.  Guys with short hair are lucky.  One swipe of a wash cloth and the head is dry.  I love not having bad hair days!  Also, I wonder how much energy I’m saving by not having to wash and dry one less towel which I had for my head?

Tape method of removing hair

One last bit of trivia.  A nurse recommended I use tape on my head to remove the straggling hair that would eventually fall out of the follicles. It wasn’t as bad as when I waxed my legs and removed the wax, but it looked similar! I tried to make a tic-tac-toe shape, but it didn’t work.   I had too much fuzz left, so I gave up after a few trys.

So what do I want to remember from this experience?  I expected the ‘worst’ and received ‘not so bad.’  My dancing in the journey has been mostly rock and rollin’, with a few very slow waltz turns.  Today is my rest day and I’m feeling tired and a little weepy.  Fear, what if, don’t know, reaching with faith in my heart and hope in my soul.  Maybe I need my handkerchief.  I’ll do the cuddle curly dance on my comfy chair with a good book.   I’m sure there is a fancy dance to fit my future.