So I’m sleeping pretty well one morning not long ago, when I was awakened by this horrible sound. It was a high pitched, whining noise that was very rude at 6:30 in the a.m. Of course I find that any noise at 6:30 in the a.m. is rude. At first I thought it was the cat. Then as I gradually came to my senses, I remembered that we don’t have a cat. We do have a dog that is kind of small and effeminate. Maybe it was him. But then it dawned on me that this irritating assault to my ears was never ending. There was no place for a dog or cat to take a breath. It just went on and on and on and…..oh, the hair dryer. Why’s the hairdryer running? I’m in bed and Betty doesn’t have any hair. Or does she? I went running into the bathroom and there she was with brush in hand and the hair dryer running at full blast. What little bit of fuzz she had on her head was being confronted head on by 1500 watts of steel coiled electric heat being pushed forward at somewhere close to 49.4 miles per hour! Those little twigs of hair were being stretched and strained by the biggest hair brush ever held by a woman. I know this because I bought it for her after she lost her hair from the chemo. I found this monster psychedelic hair brush and thought it would be an encouragement to remind her that one day soon she’d be using this brush to tame her beautiful locks when they come back in and were long enough to style. Well she’s using it, and I afraid it’s going to remove what little bit of hair she has. This is a BIG brush! I said, “Honey, whatcha doing?” She said, “I’m drying my hair.” I said, “Wouldn’t it, at this stage of growth, be better just to use like, a tissue?” She turned and stared at me while aiming the dryer directly at my head and holding the BIG brush like a baseball bat and said, “I’m using the hair dryer and the brush today, do you have any objections?” Now I’ve never been frightened by an appliance before, but suddenly I saw the merit in what she was doing. “Let me get the hair spray baby, cause once you get it all in place, you really ought to lock it in.” And you know what, she got it to look pretty good. And the next day it was better. I told her, “Baby, you sure can do a lot with a little.” She looked directly at me for the longest time, patted me on the head and said, “I sure did Sweetie.” I think she was trying to make a point, but I’m not totally sure what it, hey, wait a minute…..! Well, I hear the dryer every morning now. I didn’t realize how much I had missed it. Her hair is getting longer and straighter and she is looking so beautiful. The only down side, is that for a while we were getting everywhere on time, but I’ve notice lately that the degree of our tardiness is in direct proportion to the length and wetness of her hair. Will we ever be on time again? The answer my friend, is blowing in the wind.
Betty underwent another surgery this morning to finish up reconstruction and clean out some scare tissue. Everything went well and she’s recovering here at home right now. She has a good amount of pain that should be much better by mid week. She’s doing so much better in the last few weeks and feeling better everyday. We still don’t know all that is ahead, but we travel each day in the strength and joy of the Lord. Thank you all again, for your prayers. Many have called and written and it is a wonderful thing to be loved and cared for. We start each day thanking God for his provision and for the people he has sent our way to minister to us. And then, we turn on the hair dryer. We love you all so much. God bless.