Day Forty Four - The hair is cut and I look like Judi Dench

Well this was the day.  The day I got my hair cut very very short.  We got up, went for a walk, had breakfast, and headed out for Monty's.  He was the only person in the salon.  I guess most people sleep in in the hair industry.  But not Monty, he's in the business to make money, which is why it was so nice of him to cut my hair for free.  I was promptly seated in the chair.  He had decided not to wash my hair, because I told him it could fall out.


Instead he spritzed it. Then he set to wackin off my hair as Riley watched. It was an unnerving event. All these things with cancer are. One is really stripped bare. You feel like you lose everything except the people around you who love you. You have no energy, no appitite, no hair, no sense that you have about you the same person you used to be. And you feel that when it's all over you will not be the person you were. You will forever be someone else. The shape of your body will be different, your hair will come back in different - maybe white, maybe curly, maybe frizzy. What ever it is it won't be the same.


Well Riley was very nice about the hair. He could see how odd I looked, but he was a sweetie as always. I then took him to work, and went and picked up Annie and Emily, so we could finish the bakewell tarts. Emily helped me roll out the pate sucre.


Then while I looked around for just the right size glass to cut the pastry with, Annie and Emily discovered a bag of very unusual candy that really caught their fancy.


But when they finished the candy we got back to business. Emily helped cut out the discs of pastry.


And then Annie, after a bit of instruction, pressed the pasty into the molds.


And then Annie helped put the jam into the molds. It was a strawberry-rhubarb jam made very recently by my sister-in-law Lauren.


We then spooned in the frangipane and baked the tarts at 400 degrees for 15 minutes. They came out perfect. I gave Emily and Annie 6 of them, and I kept the rest.


It was now 1 o'clock and I told Annie that it was time for them to go home. I'm not sure if i gave them a ride or what. But I knew I needed some lunch and a bit of a nap before my appointment at the cancer center at 2:15. I did get there on time, but it turned out that it was decided to have more liquids pumped into me, and I hadn't numbed my port. Also, the receptionists on the second floor were both gone, so things were very slow. Finally I was numbed, but the nurse this time had a terrible time trying to get the needle in. OUCH! But I had a pleasant time eventually knitting and listening to Harry Potter book two. I finally got out of there past 5. I went home and took a nap. I had thought of doing something, but I was too tired.