Thoughts on a cancer diagnosis (not grim)

So.

I'm looking at a catalog that has these little dolls that are to help you explain what chemotherapy will do to mommy's hair. First it has long, flowing locks, then short, ragged hair, then bald.

The short ragged hair looks like mine now! Huhn. Guess we don't need that doll, eh?

Also, I read about letting your kid cut off your hair pre-chemo. This would probably be the highlight of Liv's life, getting to REALLY "do" mama's hair. In fact, I'm thinking about letting her dye it purple, first. But I am a tad concerned about going to chemo with a purple scalp the first few times. Meh. I'll be bald, anyway. What do I care?

Hey, here's another thought. Since I'll be bald as a cue ball, couldn't I get some temporary tattoos? Like maybe one for my beloved STL Cardinals during the baseball season, perhaps? 62 days, 3 hrs, 30 mins until the home opener, by the way. In case you, too, were counting.

I mean, hell. I'll probably end up wearing a wig part of the time. Why not have some fun when I'm not? Lord knows there's enough stuff about cancer that isn't fun. I certainly plan to exploit any fun I can get.