Radioactive Bone Scans and Wig shopping

Whew, the last few days have been an absolute whirlwind. Tests, teaching, brow shaping, registering for the cancer yoga therapy training at Prana Yoga, wig shopping wth the girls....I am pooped.

Bone scan yesterday. I was injected with yet another radioactive isotope and had to let it cook for a few hours prior to being scanned. They continue to tell me that there are no lasting effects of the isotopes but, they did ask me if I was traveling or going to a federal building in the next few days. Just in case.

For some reason, after I reclined on the conveyor belt, Edgar the technician taped my feet together. Very odd. He flipped the switch and presto, I was rolling toward the machine. The top was very low and I felt certain that it would shave off the tip of my nose. Edgar assured me that it would not. Remember the old-fashioned magic shows where they insert the "assistant" into a box? Or, the old movies where the villain ties the helpless female to the railroad tracks? Both scenarios fit. I did emerge with my nose intact.

Teaching has been amazing this week. My yoga and pilates students rock and I am so grateful to have the opportunity to teach. I truly don't think I'd sane without it. Sanity being a relative term.

On a teaching note, I registered today to take a two-weekend workshop: Yoga for Cancer Therapy. Yes, I am taking it the weekend of March 19th and the weekend of April 2nd. Yes, I shall have my second chemo treatment on the 2nd. What better place for me to be that weekend than surrounded by healers? I can be the real-time guinea pig for how yoga can help. I feel that the training will be invaluable for me personally and who knows? I may end up using this training and journey to help others have an easier time.

After registering, I headed down to the wig store to meet Lissa, April and Lauren. I wanted this to be fun and play with it. The wig store is next to Hooters but, that is another story. I ended up feeling sick to my stomach. I think the radioactive injections are getting to me.

Trying on the wigs made me feel like I had an animal on my head. The best ones are human hair and cost upwards of $700. Yes, SEVEN HUNDRED DOLLARS. 15% medical discount. It didn't feel as playful and fun as I had hoped. It was overwhelming.

The styles that were okay length and cut-wise weren't available in the color I wanted. I'm very visual so it was tough for me to picture the hair in the right color. The one wig that seemed okay was only in Marble Brown. See photo above. I can order it in Golden Wheat (with a $300 deposit) but, I only got to see a swatch of it. Kind of like when you go to Home Depot and buy paint based on the paint square. This is how our bedroom ended up sky blue instead of eggshell.

What did I learn today? I love my friends: thank you girls for your honesty, support and humor!

We established that I am never to have short hair. Especially a short bob. Ever. Even Veronica, the wig fitter ripped it off my head and ran to get a long one. Notice I am not posting that photo here.

I just don't know if I can do it. Frankly, I thought I looked better with the skull cap then any of the wigs. I'm going to go see a few women who do this specifically for cancer treatment: they hand sew them to fit, trim them, thin them, etc. Maybe it won't feel so weird.

Can I just hit rewind? I don't want to star in this movie anymore.