Wig Days

The past few weeks I have been soaking up every moment with friends and family. I feel the best I have felt in a very long time. I am healing quickly from surgery and my energy is coming back. I still have 5 more days until I can hold Edwin. I count down every minute until I can. We have made it work however, I sit on the floor and he briskly army crawls to me and climbs right up on my lap. It is the sweetest.

I have a little bit of an update since my last entry. While my surgeon had gone over the pathology report with me, my oncologist wanted to meet with me as well. Due to the lymph node that still showed cancer in it, I will have to add to my treatments. They are concerned that there may be some microscopic cancer cells that still exist from the path where my tumor was to where the lymph nodes were. Because of this, I will still do my 5 weeks of radiation, 5 days a week, but I will follow up that treatment with a chemo pill for 4 months. I would be lying if I said this didn’t bother me. It’s hard to hear I will have more treatments and that I am not cancer free yet. However, I have faith this will take care of the remaining cancer cells. I have battled for a long time, but there is no way am I ready to stop. 

So, I am preparing for treatments to start up again, but in the meantime I am enjoying each day. I have had socially distanced happy hours, gone for long walks, visited at my parents pool, and enjoyed the simplicity of being home on summer days with my littles. I recently have been wearing my wig when I go out and about. This brings me such joy. I feel pretty, I feel well, and most importantly, I feel normal again. It is a gift that keeps bringing me joy and joy to my boys. Amos has said to me, “Mommy, will you wear your wig everyday? You look like mommy in it.” While I don’t wear it every day, I love the look on his face when I walk down the stairs in it. 

My Marigold this week is my Godmother Kate. She purchased this wig for me and I don’t know if she will ever know how much it means to me. I can walk out of my house and not have people give me sad eyes. I blend into the crowd, I have a little hop in my step, and I am me again. I am thankful for not only the wig, but the daily prayers and support that she has given me. These prayers are strong right now through this challenging time, but for her and I, we have prayed for each other for a long time. She has always meant the world to me and I will always be thankful for her.  She is one of my Marigolds in my blooming garden.