Pieces from the desk of Lori
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Dog House
"Mom, your hair is the most unusual color. I really can't describe it. Almost like the color of a chocolate lab," pronounced Jessica. "More like an Irish setter," mumbled Ed while taking a bite of his dinner, not even looking up. The kids burst into laughter as I...
Rock Star
My hair had started growing the first of January, about six weeks after my last chemo treatment. I continued to wear hats to cover up the awkwardness of this stage. It was coming back the most blah color ever - kind of brown, kind of gray, slightly red - just BLAH!!...
Hand it Over
"Oh mom. Your hands! That's terrible!! I can't even look at them. It makes me want to throw up!" exclaimed Jessica. "Yeah, mom. Can't you cover them with make-up or something?" added Cory. The kids were reacting to the skin cancer treatments that had just...
Win-Win
It was the day I was to receive news on my latest catscan. Everything was expected to be just fine. There really should not be any surprises. So why was I having anxiety as I drove toward my destination? The enemy of my soul was working overtime to disrupt my peace....
Chemo Card
My emotions were brimming over as we walked through the entrance to the happiest place on earth. I was on the brink of one of those hysterical, out of control cries of rejoicing. We were here. We had set our sights on the magic kingdom as a point of celebration....
Chemo Blessings
I am done! Chemotherapy is over. I made it. What began as a frightening, arduous time has ended as a blessing. Chemo, a blessing? Yes! I can honestly say it was. Let me explain. When I made the decision to have this treatment, the one possible bright spot was...
Control Freak
(from a year ago... I wrote this as I was a little more than half way through chemo) It's the Monday before my fifth treatment on Wednesday. My life has taken on this new, abnormal chemo-pattern. This is the day I begin fighting anxiety and start having "nesting"...
Battlefield
(I wrote this about a year ago. It was a really rough time for me) Patrick Swayze died today. I cried. It was the mourning of a fallen comrade, another victim on the battlefield of cancer. I wept for him and for myself. It's a blatant reminder that many don't...
Sigourney
"I told you," my doctor was exclaiming as he wagged his finger in my face. I wasn't sure if this was going to be a scolding or an encouragement. "I told you, you would look great without hair." A grateful smile was appearing on my face. "You have one of those...