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Deena requested a photo of my hair these days. Here ya go, Deena! I am not hating it. In fact, after the hour and a half it takes to get it to look like this, I kinda like it :) More later xo

Comments

SweetAnnee said…
I love love love it!!!
I wish I had hair..and I will soon.
your's is gorgeous.!!
ok, tell me about how long
after your LAST chemo you noticed it growing..
and how long it took for it to be this thick..??
and is it different than
before??

love ya
Deena
SweetAnnee said…
PS..I've been missing you!!
Anonymous said…
Deena just flashed me an e sayin to check you out! Oh baby, another nice lookin woman! That head of hair babe is thick as can be!!!
See Deena?! That's going to be you sooner than later!
I am so glad you posted this photo not just for Deena to keep going but also so I could see you up close. But I did appreciate the other photo you e'd.
Your eyes have the depth of the Grand Canyon now kiddo. And I've spent a lot of time looking into the Canyon so I do know. Wow, this is a special photo.
Thanks for looking us all in the eyes. xo Church
Jena Strong said…
Good to see you, beautiful.
lahdeedah said…
Deena: I had my last chemo in October 2006. So this is a year and a half. I've also cut off about an inch. And, good grief, yes, it's different than before. I will send you a private photo of how it came in :) But, you know what? I'm here, and I've come to love everything about my new life. PS: I've been missing you, too!

Church: You are such a cool person. This meant a lot to me. Thank you.

Jena: :)!
bella said…
You look sassy and stunning!
Love the hair.
Love the smile at the corner of your lips.
Love the passion and quiet knowing I can see in your eyes.
lahdeedah said…
Bella: The smile at the corner of my lips is extreme discomfort at getting my photo taken :) but I'll take sassy and stunning any day! Thank you for the kind words.
lahdeedah said…
Bella: The smile at the corner of my lips is extreme discomfort at getting my photo taken :) but I'll take sassy and stunning any day! Thank you for the kind words.
Josiane Feigon said…
Hey Jill,

Your blog is great, you look fantastic- it's been sooooo long.
Sorry to read about Ruby, I think about you a lot and hope you are well.

Josiane
lahdeedah said…
Hey Josiane, You crossed my consciousness the other day, as you do often, so it was surprising and sweet to see your name in my inbox. Hope you've been good.
xo
KT said…
Hi Jill, so glad to see your post! And your picture! You are beautiful, and what gorgeous hair you have!
Thanks for sharing,
Katie
lahdeedah said…
Hey Katie, thank you!

Man, I miss my blog buddies :) Y'all are so good for my heart and soul.
SweetAnnee said…
I look healthy cuz of some many PRAYERS!!
I've only lost less than 2 pounds..
waaah I wanted to drop more

teehee
dEena
SweetAnnee said…
MISSING ya
glad to hear from you~~
Friday is chemo 5 of 6
lovingly, Deena
Sherry/Cherie said…
You look mahvellous dahling!!! Seriously..you do!!!
NanaKaren said…
This is my first visit to your lovely blog...I visited Deena's blog today and saw your post there, so thought I'd visit you also. Your hair is beautiful...nice and thick. How long have you been a BC survivor? Wishing you well in that regard! I'm a 7 year BC survivor and doing great!
Hugs, Karen
lahdeedah said…
Sherry baby! How I've missed you :)

Hi Karen! 7 years as a BC survivor is cause to celebrate! When do you start counting? After surgery or after chemo/radiation? If it's after surgery, I'm coming up on 2 years. If it's after treatments, I'm at 1 year 4 months. Thanks so much for the comment :)

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