pink mojo

day one of 33 days begins today.  when something's hard, and a count is involved, they say count backwards.

33 - 32 - 31.

5 - 4 - 3 - 2 - 1.

blast off.

hello radiation.

hello cancer cell annihilation.

i guess i'm supposed to say bring it.

or let's do this.

or i got 'dis.

what does it matter?  it's happening anyway.

ready or not.

here i come.

(that was the radioactive beam talking just there, not me.)

anyway.

how does one get ready anyway?

don't you just show up?

that's how it was during the biopsies and other procedures.

the godfather would ask.

are you ready?

i'd say how am i supposed to be ready?

we just do it.

that sounded kind of sporty right there, the 'just do it' part.

same with the surgeries.

our older daughters would ask.

are you ready?

i'd say how am i supposed to be ready?

we just show up.

anyway.

re radiation.

i think of the rocker pink.

she's got major league pink bad ass mojo.

there is a way to get ready for this i think.

so why not channel that energy in a haircut?

the godfather hates it.

our girls dig it.

i like it.

i'm ready.

i guess.

xx katy