If I only had enough time for a break down....

Not a very good day and my stress level is on the brink of god only knows what? Today is round 2 of chemo for Mom and I love hearing those CA 125 numbers go down. However, that wasn't the case today. The cancer doc had some bad news as her markers painted a different picture than our last victory lap. Although the markers doubled, rather than trippled like last time it was disheartening to hear. To make matters worse after receiving her chemo coctail she developed an alergic reaction to the carboplatin used in the chemo. Although this is common in chemo therapies it does now limit the medications that can be tried here-on. While I attempted to get my second wind, time proved it doesn't stand still. As I waited on the bleachers for Lexi to finish swim lessons; I was making decissions on a gas leak at our new camper, getting the latest hospital updates on my grand-daughter, talking to the county on a potential foster child, and somehow managing to answer the fury of calls that were coming into my phone from all the kids. I've come to the conclusion that I think God is trying to tell me something and its a good thing I'm too busy to have a break down.

What is hair anyway?

Why is it in society we put so much thought or care into ones hair? We color it. We straighten it. Curl it. Spend hours styling and maintaining it.
Earlier today my daughter-in-law straightened my 3 year old granddaughters tight and beautiful ringlet curls. Although it was cute and done in fun my granddaughter was sad. She didn't recognize herself and neither did we. We've all grown accustomed to her beautiful curls.
Later on my mother was crying as she noticed her hair was once again falling out after just her first round of chemo. Just recently she'd started hair growth after going into a 9 month remission from the last time. Now to me she's just as beautiful as ever. I'm just thankful she's feeling well and we pray for her to beat this again. With or without hair. But she is devastated as you can imagine.
So why do we put so much emphasis on how we look? What really should matter is a persons attitude. Who they are. What we become. How we treat others. Beauty is only skin deep. With or without hair. Curls or straight...
I love them just the same.