Hair

Yesterday morning, Missi told me that she was going to ask the nurses to shave her hair.  She sounded very brave.

"It's so itchy."

I think she truly believed it would stay.   I remembered a song that came out a few years ago about a young girl who had leukemia.



When we were teens, Missi would chase me around the room asking me what color I thought her hair was.  Uhhh... I never had patience.for that.  I guess that's why we are sisters - we have to spread the caring around so it's all covered!

Maybe now, my not caring will help her, too.  I'll crochet her a pretty cap to go along with her pretty eyes.