I’m crying alone at my desk with the door closed because it’s been a really cruddy day. And I can’t go anywhere without seeing these little hairs everywhere. I’m frustrated. And I want to go on a date with Mike and stop thinking about these things. He’s promised me to shave my hair completely off tonight so I won’t see the little hairs anymore. I may be vain. But I liked my hair. I was sort of attached to it. Or it was to me any way.
Bald is beautiful. It will grow back. This too shall pass. It’s only for six weeks. There’s people worse off than you. No one is unaffected by cancer.
But I want to scream.
And break stuff.
Then I listen to The Call by Regina Spektor and the tears are flowing freely down my face. I first heard the song on The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian soundtrack. I really relate to the beginning of the song, “It started out as a feeling/Which then grew into a hope/Which then turned into a quiet thought/Which then turned into a quiet word
/And then that word grew louder and louder/’Til it was a battle cry…”
Thanks for letting me vent. I’ve stopped crying. I will hold fast to the truth of John 16:33, “I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.”