Two “cancer free” days

Unfortunately, I still have cancer

Fortunately, this week I had two days where I could kind of pretend i didn’t have cancer.

That’s right, Thursday and Friday were 100% free of cancer appointments. WEEE! So I got in a whole bunch of non-cancer fun including:

1. A two-hour massage (shout-out to Alexis Gray, who was a great lax-super-fan back in the day and is now an even better Massage Therapist)
2. A check-in with my orthopedist who gave me the all clear to return to high-impact foot activities (like kicking cancer’s ass!) after breaking my cuboid bone last month.
3. Getting a crown replaced on one of my molars – not entirely fun, but dental work goes on pause while you’re on chemo due to infection risk, so this has to get done now
4. Hanging out with friends and family. Special shout out to:
   • my brother who cooks a mean chicken wing
   • my sister-in-law who impressively pours Rosé such that your glass is never empty
   • Chelsea who is a grill master worthy of an Iron Chef award
   • Kelly who builds a bonfire that deserves olympic medals
   • Mac who keeps the laughter coming – including by making D-cupcakes to celebrate my boobs while I still have them (pic below)

1. • Too many of you to list by name who have sent me texts, puppy pics, baby pics, and really great jokes of all kinds

5. A hair appointment unlike any other I’ve had before.

A little hair background. I have what the professionals like to call “virgin hair” … I’ve never chemically treated it (well except for that poorly executed perm in 6th grade, and the even more poorly executed set of highlights in 11th grade). Suffice to say, until Noon on Thursday August 9th, the hair on my head was exactly as god had given it to me – straight, brown with more gray coming in than I would like. For at least the last year, I’ve been talking with my friend Bailey about going platinum – like Gwen Stefani platinum. It’s a look I love, but have never had the nerve to actually make happen. Thanks to encouragement from Bailey and my brother, Asher, and the knowledge that whatever hair I have on my head now will likely be gone by the end of September, I finally did it. And holy shit, I fucking love it.

Consider this your warning if you’re seeing me in the coming weeks. Also, many of you have been struggling on the boob-joke front, so now you can add blonde jokes to your repertoire. This is your chance to STEP UP.

Unfortunately, on Monday its back to cancer appointments

Fortunately, I’m going to be having more fun while going to all these appointments – because this Blonde is committed to HAVING MORE FUN!