Rebirth.

Cheney says, “you look like a newborn, but hella big.”
My hair is rapidly returning, everywhere. I am obsessing over the new hair growth, like waiting for new plants to bloom. I spot new eyebrow hairs daily and it excites the hell out of me. Seriously soft peach fuzz in varying shades now covers my head—the surprise will be the color and texture of the new growth for this incarnation. My skin is pale and clear, and soft. Chemo has its unexpected benefits. My breast is irritated from the radiation and my chest has a scaly, angry rash but my mind is no longer clouded by the chemo and my energy level is great. Yes siree, I am back.