#gettingby

Sigh. I’m sick. I knew it was creeping up on me, but ignored it. I guess that transatlantic flight was the kicker. Having jet lag also doesn’t help. I’m up again at 3.30 in the morning. My head pounds and body aches as I listen to sounds of the night. Scrap metal being shifted. Cars barreling down an empty road. I try not to be obsessed by the time and this aggravating interruption. I still have a couple of days to kick this before I am expected to work hard. My sister, an oiler, plies me with various unguents designed to boost immunity.

Please work.

It’s a hair thang

It’s week six since my last chemo and finally, a shadow of fuzz is starting to grow. The texture is fine, baby soft. Much unlike the coarse, thick hair I am used to. Perhaps that phase comes later. Regardless, I feel as if my life can now start. A positive sign of renewed growth. Funny how that little thing changes one’s perspective.

I’ve even caved and bought various oils and vitamins to encourage hair growth. Pantothenic acid, B vitamins, castor oil. My nails are especially benefitting nicely. However, there’s a saying that one should never watch a pot of water boil. Watching hair grow is worse. I drove my family members crazy with my daily, “Do I have hair yet?”

Step inside the world of future fashion mogul, Tasleem Lee as she gives us the deets on her process, her inspiration, and her clothing line, Lucky Criminal.

“You’ll Figure It Out”

My friend, Billy, sent me this picture yesterday and I had to laugh a bit because it’s just what I needed to hear! And he’s right, I always do figure it out…eventually.I can’t help but think that we all are trying to figure it out. The world that we thought would have calmed down by now is still somewhat chaotic. That virus seems to be everywhere, causing turmoil wherever it goes. Businesses…