My Dreams Are Funnier Than Yours and The Top of My Head is Well Covered

When you have cancer your dreams change.

I've been finished with my actual chemo (carbo/taxol) for six weeks now. During treatment I slept moderately well but lately I've been sleeping like a babe. (Umm, sleeping very well. Babies sometimes awaken at intervals crying for whatever it is they cry for. So, no, not like a baby.) I've been sleeping soundly. Refreshingly.

The six weeks since chemo I've been waiting patiently (impatiently!!) for hair to begin growing on my smooth pate. And Finally! This past week I'm beginning to see peach fuzz. White peach fuzz. Glow-in-the-dark white peach fuzz.

Last night I dreamt that overnight (Overnight! How good is that!) my hair grew an inch and a half and I awoke with a nice cap of fluffy curls, medium brown in color. Gorgeous fluffy curls that needed merely a flip of the comb to look good.

I never would have dreamt that in my pre-cancer days. Cancer changes your dreams. It changes a Lot of your dreams!

And, hey! I have another chemo humor joke. I hope I haven't already told you this one. I made this one up. Chemo brain forgets sometimes. Here goes...

Cancer Woman: I got a haircut this morning.

Hubby: Which one did you cut?

Cancer Woman: All three of them.

I just got out of bed...that's the only thing to which I can attribute this post. My caffeine awaits me.

In the meantime, remember Psalm 8 and repeat after me...

O LORD, our Lord,
How majestic is Your name in all the earth,
Who have displayed Your splendor above the heavens!
From the mouth of infants and nursing babes You have established strength
Because of Your adversaries,
To make the enemy and the revengeful cease.
When I consider Your heavens, the work of Your fingers,
The moon and the stars, which You have ordained;
What is man that You take thought of him,
And the son of man that You care for him?
Yet You have made him a little lower than God,
And You crown him with glory and majesty!
You make him to rule over the works of Your hands;
You have put all things under his feet,
All sheep and oxen,
And also the beasts of the field,
The birds of the heavens and the fish of the sea,
Whatever passes through the paths of the seas.
O LORD, our Lord,
How majestic is Your name in all the earth!

I guess I'll leave it to God as to how, if, and when hair grows atop my head. He's got me covered, so to speak.