
| June 14th, 2005 | Relaxing at the Phoenician | ||
Aunt Denise and Uncle Pete are staying at a resort/hotel called The Phoenician. Aunt Denise booked an appointment for me to get a Reflexology foot massage. While waiting for the appointment, we relaxed in their beautiful suite. Michael and I stepped out onto the balcony and I took my head cover off. I rubbed my head and the little hairs started flying off my head. I bowed my head and Michael wordlessly reached over and started vigorously rubbing my scalp. The tiny hairs got caught in the breeze and flew around before fluttering to the ground below. Michael kept rubbing. He was strong (for once); I know this must have been very difficult for him. When I lifted my head again, I was completely bald. Completely. On the bright side, I have a husband who could care less and loves me with or without hair. He offered to shave his head “in solidarity,” but I don’t want to look like two cancer patients walking around. One is bad enough. What would people say? “Oh look! How adorable! They must have met in the chemotherapy infusion room!” I told Michael I would sincerely appreciate it if he kept his hair.
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