A wig shopping we will go!

I guess it was time. As much as Delaney was proving the old adage of, “Bald is beautiful,” with the school year quickly approaching we thought we should consider getting her a wig. So yesterday, my wife Stacey and Delaney set off to find the perfect wig. As it turned out, they also found more than their share of laughs.
Our little tomboy Delaney entered the store and almost immediately found this boy wig:

Mom told her that she would look like a boy, to which she replied, “I know!” Mom wasn’t about to let that happen. They headed over to the girl section and after trying this one on, Stacey was thinking it should have been named the old lady section:

Stacey kept looking. About a minute later she heard a giggling Delaney say, “Look I am Justin Beaver!” Stacey was cracking up so much that she was barely able to convince Delaney to take this photo (my personal favorite):

They got back to the serious business of finding a girly wig, and from these pics you can tell Delaney was falling more and more in love with them:


Luckily, before Delaney decided to chuck the whole thing and just follow her dad’s lead of walking around in a Chewbaca “costume” all day, her sister Ashley came to the rescue. She noticed that there were some wigs that were made to wear with hats, which led to this winner, winner, chicken dinner:

The wig shop owner trimmed it a little bit and they were all set!
With that out of the way, it leaves me to worry about two things: Delaney and other kids. Delaney is a rule follower. If the rules say, “No hats inside,” Delaney removes her hat inside. So as her hair thinned at the end of the school year, I noticed that when we entered the school building, she would take off her hat. I let her know that she could keep her hat on, but she replied, “No, you can only wear it during recess.” I started to explain that SHE could wear her hat in the classroom, but realized that if she was okay with it, I was okay with it. My fear is that if she does the same thing this year, the other kids will make fun of her (she looks like a smaller, cuter version of Friar Tuck when she is wearing the wig without a hat). Which brings me to my other concern: other kids.
There are a lot of great things about where we live, including the free Concert in the Park series. The adults usually listen to some good tunes while the kids play in the field alongside the concert venue. We made one concert this year and at the end of the show went to find our kids. I watched as Delaney and her friends were kind of lined up facing a group of older kids that were standing about two feet away. My buddy who was watching the kids commented that he couldn’t tell if the older kids were bugging the young ones (including his son). The older kids left, we grabbed our kids, and headed home.
Whatever the older kids said or did didn’t seem to bother Delaney, but I was curious so I asked what they were saying to her. “Oh they kept telling me to take my hat off so they could see if I was a boy or a girl,” she informed me. I was immediately both angry at the kids and sad for Delaney.
Do I have any guarantees something like this wont happen again?Nope. Or what is probably more likely, is that she will lose her hat while playing at recess or in a soccer game. We’re going to just do our best to prepare her for these things, and knowing Delaney when they do happen, she’ll probably just shrug and smile. We also realize that actually worrying about these things would be a complete waste of energy. One of the lessons that we have learned through this whole (non) adventure is that 99.97% of people of all ages are kind and genuinely care about others. The other big lesson we have learned and re-learned is that God is in control. However, with that being said, if Delaney does lose her hat due to the actions of one of the .03% mean kids, I am not making any promises that I won’t break the 11th commandment: Thou shalt not spank kids that do not belong to you.


Further proof that punk is not dead…

So we go from last night’s comments from bald little Delaney getting out of the bath and saying, “Awww man… Now I’ve gotta spend an hour on my hair!” to this morning getting to open up this very cool present from mommy’s co-workers.
I was talking to a friend the other day and he asked how Delaney was feeling. I told him that she was doing well and when she is feeling well she definitely lives each day to the fullest. Which makes me think… I am not feeling too shabby today and I bet the majority of you aren’t doing too bad either… Why don’t WE join this little blue Mohawked fireball and live today to its fullest?


The little Delaney that could

So Delaney keeps chug-chug-chugging along. During Thursday’s all-day treatment she did her usual hazing of the medical staff:

If you are wearing pink, you aren’t coming in my room!

What? A nurse that is in training wants to know if she can watch them put me to sleep? That depends, can she sing Dynamite?

She carried on with her shenanigans for a few minutes, before Stacey and I had to leave the room so they could perform their procedure. We heard the medical staff and Taio sing Dynamite a couple of times and then heard a giggling Delaney yell, “Waitttt! I’m not even asleep yet!!!”

Anyway, as the day progressed, they moved Delaney back to an infusion room where she could get cozy for her chemo. We thought she would nap, but noooo! A couple of hours later, her sisters came to visit and brought her lunch. By the time they left, she could barely keep her eyes open. Surely, she would go right back to the bed and fall fast asleep. Nope (and stop calling me Shirley)! We thought that she would crash as soon as we got home, but there were bugs to catch and friends to play with. Eight hours of treatment, a spinal puncture, and three different types of chemo weren’t going to stop Delaney from having fun!

The next day the treatment finally caught up with her, and she felt crummy. In spite of battling nausea almost all day, we had to go back to the doctor’s office so the nurse practitioner could sign off on Stacey administering the chemo. We got to Mommy’s professional side as she hooked up the various syringes to her port and injected the chemo. I asked Delaney afterwards, “Isn’t it cool that Mommy can give you the treatment,?” To which she replied, “Yeah it is… but kind of creepy too!”

Today, she was already feeling better again. In fact, she was feeling so well that she was able to end the day by going over to watch a movie with her friend Jacob R. Of course, her big sis Emily wasn’t going to let her chug on out of there before sneaking in a little cuddle time of her own!