We're all just making it up as we go along. Sometimes I find myself frozen, not able to get past the censor in my mind, "If I felt like shit, would I want to hurl if someone said this to me?" And yet wanting to not simply turn away speechless as though the pain of another touched me not at all.

It is hard , because people want to let you know that you were heard. I tend to send out peace - even though that isn't going to happen now, it is what I hope can happen some day , some time if just for a moment.

The current collection of responses are lovely. But my new age woo-woo friends haven't responded yet. Ah, well, into every life a little woo-woo must fall.

edit: and the cat is telling me to go to bed. I shall listen to the cat.

Cats are bossy

I am sitting at the gate. Ready to board. ATL first for about 30 min then on to SYR. Bobby will pick me up and take me to Otter Lake. Woo!

Here's hoping today is a better day for you Connie. Like you've said before. One day at a time, one foot in front of the other. And we are all here for you.

Safe travels, people - be they physical journeys or metaphorical ones.

Connie - Halos of Hope does hat drives for cancer victims. They have a search engine for local donation points:

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I hope this helps.

Thanks, it does.

I'm afraid I'm back in the land of hats and scarves. I was hoping I'd be in the minority who keep their hair on this chemo, but no. Most of it fell out a week ago. I had the rest chopped short, but it's been shedding all week. My house has too much hair. My hair. Dog hair. Yeti hair. I have a little spiky fuzz left, which makes me look like a giant baby bird.

I need a scarf-tying class. I see women, particularly black women, with such elegantly tied scarves. I'm pretty much limited to the square knot.