Snow Angel

by | Family, Living Well, WW

It’s not her first snow, but perhaps the first she remembers.

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She offers up snowballs as precious gifts, then tosses them up in the air like so much confetti, squealing and laughing as the snow tickles her face.

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And when she catches a snowflake on her glove, she blows it away, and says “make a wish.”

I have no idea where she got that from.

 

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She made her first snowman

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And she set about playing as though it was her most important work

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It is.

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Even when seasoned with whimsy.

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Sunday, she asked if Santa was going to come back, now that it snowed, so that he could have Christmas in the snow.

 

Raindrops

by | Cancer, Seattle

We got a couple days of rain last week, so I went out to see if I could get some good shots of the water collecting on the grasses.

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This last shot with the spider reminded me that Halloween is quickly approaching. Have you figured out what you are going to do for a costume yet?

Last year, with my bald head, grey skin, and chemo port sticking out of my chest, I decided it was the perfect opportunity to dress up as Borg. I had the costume pretty much ready to go, but I was so sick on Halloween, it just didn’t happen. They say you regret the things you didn’t do the most, I think not dressing up as a Borg will be one of those life long regrets.

Did someone just call me a nerd?

My post chemo hair is growing back with a lot more curl than I’m accustomed to. I was so looking forward to a cute short hairstyle like Winona Ryder or Natalie Portman or Emma Watson. But, no, no, no, I get Seth Rogan hair. That hair, combined with with additional weight from the steroids makes me think maybe I should just toss on a pair of sweats and and fake beard and go as Seth Rogan. No? My husband doesn’t think so either. I’ll think of something else.