Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Ok, well I had my second treatment today. I feel like I've been hit by a truck. Some little pharmacy tech decided he was going to be difficult and not refill my meds. As some of you may witnessed and/or guessed, I ate him for dinner, and my medicatoins were refilled, immediately. Another highlight, I took a shower and more hair came out by the handsfull. Matt was trying to make me feel better and made a joke about bald spots. I broke into tears, and he felt like just terrible. He was only trying to make me smile, but I'm just so damned emotional about this. Long story short, I snapped. At Matt, at the kids, at my hair, at everything. I took a pair of Kindergarten scissors and really butchered my hair. Then I took the trimmer for the back of Matt's neck and got rid of the rest of crap. I am now bald, I hate it! I acted out of anger and need to control. my price to pay. I was sick of running my hands through my hair just to see how much would come out. Fixed that! So, to those of you involved in the Hair Loss Lotto, today is the day Feb. 3rd. It's official... bald. Winner picks the charity to benefit. If everyone, who has not already paid, please forward to money to me at school if you see me, or by mail at P.O. Box 1143, Keller, TX 76248. Last count we raised $465. I also have a dinner card for the winner/winners, I'll let you chose the one you want. Again thanks to evreyone for playing and thank you even more for your thoughts, prayers, hugs and support. LOVE YOU ALL!!!!!

4 comments:

  1. We love you! The Buhler Family

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  2. You are beautiful! Love-The Anderson Family

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  3. Like you said to me, we do things so the outside world sees us as perfect. (the helmet). Hair or not, you are one of the most beautiful and amazing people I've been blessed to meet. :) Tracy Marie

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  4. I bet that little pharmacy guy felt as though he was the one hit by a truck by the time you finished with him. How dare he cross you? Does he not know who you are and what you are made of... You are a tough little buger and do not put up with crap... I noticed that the day I met you and I admire that. Lana, I am sorry you are having to deal with all of this, and I am sure it feels like a ton of bricks, a new one added on you everyday. I know you are taking it day by day, and being the strongest mom and wife that you can be. I think about you and your family, and I know blessings are sent your way from us here at Plaza each and every day. Toyia

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