It turns out I get the blues on Saturdays. It's become a thing. I think it must have to do with the last of the steroids leaving my system and the fatigue returning: Suddenly I can't do a million things anymore. In fact, I can only do two or three things (one of which is nap). And it is really depressing.
But this is when friends come in handy. Even friends who are in other states.
This weekend, two more members of my team came through in a big way and made me feel like I'm not so alone in this awful nightmare:
Angela ran the Corvalis, OR Purple Ribbon Run and carried my name across the finish line. These pictures put a huge smile on my face:
Meanwhile, Michelle gathered her family and her courage & cut her long, beautiful locks. For me. That's incredible.
(I love this family & these pictures so much!)
And on Friday, the president of my fan club took me out to dinner -- our first time since the diagnosis. It was a lovely evening so we sat outside on the patio (in case of germs inside) and we didn't order any wine, but still, it was pretty great (though I'm not totally sure if wigs are for me; I felt a little like I was in disguise the whole time, hoping they wouldn't recognize me from the surveillance tape from the bank I'd just knocked over...). Either way, I kind of love this picture.