So you know that I recently cut off all my hair and sent the pony in to make a wig (below is a photo of what Kris would look like with hippie hair, btw). The impetus to cut it off was the constant shedding and massive clumps of hair coming out in my hands in the shower everyday. Apparently you don't lose any hair during pregnancy but after you have the baby, just because you don't quite feel shitty enough about yourself, nature digs its nails in with massive hair loss. Sad. Anyway, when I told my in-laws that I was chopping it off my FIL suggested I donate it. I started to think about all of the people I have known that have survived or died from cancer and, like most people, I was struck by how many there were. Friends, parents of friends, my grandma had it three times and evenutally died from bone cancer - she was dying for four years, it was ugly. My mom's childhood friend died from brain cancer a few years ago - also very ugly. My dad, Kris' dad and mom who has, for the last year, been gritting her teeth through the diagnosis, treatment and god awful side effects of breast cancer. Just before Christmas, a friend of my friend Janaya died when the cancer in her brain spread through her body. Janaya is spending this year running 12 half marathons to raise money for the Cancer Society. She has an awesome blog
here. A ponytail seems pretty measly but anything helps I guess. I don't really have a point - cancer has just been on my mind.
On a much lighter note, will someone please please open a grilled cheese restaurant or food truck in this city. The other day I saw a guy on TV put fried perogies and sauerkraut on a grilled cheese sandwich. I want that. I want that all the time. I know that there are enough Germans, Ukrainians and Mennonites over here to make this work.
