Tonight, on my third walk of the day, D mentioned how we’ve only known about the cancer recurrence for (not quite) two months. It feels like just yesterday and also a lifetime all at once.
Speaking of walking, I’m doing a fuckton of it. I believe I mentioned that I’m in a step challenge? Well it’s keeping me super motivated. It helps that there isn’t much else to do, and that the exercise is good for my mental health. Here are the stats as of right now:
I’ve been in a big cleaning/organizing/purging sort of mood the last few days. I’m getting rid of so many clothes. Tonight, I cleaned out my second closet (shut up) and Freya took a bunch of my old dresses, like easily $2000 worth of clothes. So now she has a new wardrobe, and she’s very pleased. And now I can focus on purchasing new items. My look has been evolving recently, and I’m ready to branch out a bit.
I’m pretty sure I’m going to need to cut my hair much shorter once this quarantine is lifted and I can see my stylist again. I’m hoping this is just thinning and not actual baldness. Most women don’t lose all of their hair on Ibrance. I had this happen back in the day when I started tamoxifen, so I’m hoping that once I adjust, I’ll see some new growth. I’m trying not to be too upset about it, but it’s hard when I’ve already given up so much, ya know?
Maybe something like this:
Here is a random pic of Bizzy being cute earlier…just because:
Oh right: Frey and I watched Drag Me To Hell tonight, and I forgot how much I like that one.
Tomorrow (really today now) I’m going to run first thing, and then get all fancied up – just because. Maybe do a little ootd photo shoot. I have a hearing tomorrow afternoon (on the phone) but I’m going to get dressed up like I’m going in person. Maybe I’ll even wear real shoes! 😂
I’ll leave it at that for now. It’s 12:12 am. I’m not foolish enough to think I’ll be getting to sleep anytime soon, but I can at least try.