I needed 1 cup of butter this morning, which I had, but it was frozen.  In the no microwave house, that means either it has to thaw the old fashioned way, or…call the neighbors and exchange frozen butter for NOT frozen butter.  (Mind you, I didn’t want it melted.) When I was sure our friends/neighbors were up for the grand exchange, I grabbed the first hat I could find to venture out in the beautiful snowy day; it was the Santa hat E has been wearing since Rocktober.  NOW I know at least 3 reasons why Santa wears such a thing.  1.  It’s wicked cozy and warm, all that fur across  the  forehead and around the ears.  2. It’s incredibly stylish. 3. It is so much fun to move one’s head from side to side and flop the furry ball on the end back and forth…and when one has no hair, one is even more sensitized to that thrilling action.  I’m going to the attic to get the other one because I KNOW the boy will not share for long.  I don’t think he saw me when I went out.

Speaking of hair, I have a 6 o’clock shadow all over my head now.  This would be about 1 1/2 months since the last chemo infusion.  I read that hair can take 2 – 3 months to start growing back.  I’ll chalk that one up to my thick Italian genes!  It’s just stubble, shadowy growth, but growth it is, all over my head.  Previous to this experience I never mustered much in the line of facial hair.  I’m watching carefully to see if there any sprouts on virgin territory with this chemical bath I’ve been having.  Never-the-less I come out every morning and show my family my head.  After a while the excitement is wearing off for them, but for me, it could not be more alive.  SO I showed our butter swaping friends this morning and received the most wonderful excited response and head rubbing.  Prrrrrr.

So my hair returns just in time for chemo tomorrow.  Some have told me that their hair continued to grow during the second batch of chemo.  We’ll see.  I think I’ll wear a Santa hat when I go.