Tuesday, August 11, 2009

"Please help me, I'm balding..."

Okay. So if you've been following our blog, you've probably noticed that we haven't been very good at updating it. Sure, we've had the random mobile post, but even they have been lacking. After all, this blog is titled 'Making Memories'. If we aren't posting, we aren't sharing those memories!

On the other hand though, maybe you aren't really interested in the memories we've been making lately. Grammy's boyfriend, FBD (Freaky Blood Disorder), recently decided that it wasn't exciting being a twosome anymore. He thought that it would be way more fun to invite his good friend, Angioimmunoblastic T-Cell Lymphoma, to the party. Good times we've been having here at the Badelves' abode, I tell ya!

I'll just skip over the parts about Grammy's nodes taking a nice long vacation to North Carolina, the long awaited diagnosis, the first chemo treatment, the bottoming out of her red/white cells and platelets, and head directly to the best part of this journey...the departure of the hair.

I am totally dating myself here, but does anyone remember the classic country song "Please Help Me, I'm Falling" by Hank Locklin? My Dad was a country musician and Mom enjoyed listening to his music. When I was a little girl, I remember this song coming from the speakers in our living room quite often. If you've never heard it, give it a listen so you'll understand the next part of the story better.

I'm going to take a guess and say that you didn't listen to it. No problem! Just nod your head and pretend that you understand. Mark does it all the time, so I won't be offended. ;)

About a week ago, Grammy walked into the computer room and began to sing these words to the melody of the song above.

That would be the song you were supposed to listen to.

"Please help me, I'm balding
My hair's on the floor.
When I looked in the mirror
It wasn't there anymore."

She even planned a bit of spontaneous choreography to go along with her lyrics. She took it over the top when she threw in some 'jazz hands' and clumps of her lovely silver locks floated through the air!

I know, I know. She wouldn't call them 'lovely silver locks', but doesn't it sound nice?

Seeing that we are just completely and totally out of our minds, we all fell to the floor and began to laugh hysterically!

And you should be, too! Don't you agree that laughter is the best medicine of all?

After that, it became a competition to see who could get the most hair out of Grammy's head. We started to have 'hair pulling parties', which really didn't include any pulling because the hair would just come out the moment you ran your hands through it! Seeing the three of us go at Grammy's head freaked poor Mark out, and he refused to join in on the fun. Party pooper!

Notice the amount of hair on that brush? That was just one swipe over her head, and you should see the amount the little Miss was holding in her hands!

What? You expected her to actually pose for a photo without something in front of her face? We don't call her Wilson for nothin'!

And so the fun continues. As long as her numbers are better, she is scheduled for her second round of chemo on Wednesday. That leaves us exactly one day to find something to put on her head when we take her to her oncologist. After all, we wouldn't want her adorable little noggin to get burnt to a crisp in this hot Georgia sun!


Mush said...

Sending you hugs, Mare...you've got a lot going on, my friend.

MariBy said...

Hugs to you - and many more to 'Wilson'.

You should be able to find a pre-tied scarf, Mare. They pop on and off your head like a hat - no tying necessary. A silky one would be kinda cool - both temperature wise and looks wise.

Steady on and chins up.

Christa said...

The humor does help you through the bad times, that's for sure. Sometimes, though, it's hard to see the cold hard reality staring at you in the face, and it's hard to wrap your head around it. Hugs for everyone, and one extra one for Mark. I think he loves all his girls so much and doesn't want to see any of them going through this.

Tink *~*~* said...

Mine started falling in the shower - I knew it was going to happen, but it was still a shock! Something "Wilson" and I have in common is having a song. Since my own chemo started in November, my song was "I'll be bald for Christmas, you can count on me...."

Tink *~*~*