Funny week really. One morning I looked in the mirror and I had the balding guy ring of fuzz around my head. Next morning the top had filled in with fuzz. I called Bill into the bathroom each time I was looking in the mirror to make sure I was really seeing hair growth. One can't always be sure due to chemo brain... It cracked me up today as I looked back in the mirror and was rubbing my head with a smirk, and with that motion - a smirk and a rub - I saw my tall Texan cousin Peter. As long as I can remember he has this habit of rubbing his head with a giant smile and hearty laugh, or during a mindful moment. It is another soul filling moment when you carry family and friends with you while you walk any journey in life. This is just another great step.
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