Better a bald head than no head at all. -Austin O'Malley

T's hair has started to go. Last night I buzzed his head and now his beard is longer than his hair, which is fun. We've read that in certain circumstances chemo patients lose only the hair on the dome, but it seems as though his beard is also falling out. Picture an eyebrow-free Yul Brynner; that's the look we're going for. To the blazes with Nefertari...if anything can top our canceled Halloween wedding plan (Frankenstein's monster and the bride), it's Tim as pharaoh and Charlton Heston for me.

We traveled to Neponset to see my parents and pick up a new used chair this past weekend. My uncle and dad were thoughtful enough to load it in the van and our friends Mike and Becca helped me move it upstairs, graciously accepting farm fresh produce as reward for their toils. As anyone who has been to our place knows, our couch and love seat have seen better years, possibly decades. The new addition is a lift chair that almost completely reclines, so when he starts the intense treatment next week and he must have the chemo bags attached to him at all times, Timberly will have an alternative to the bed to rest in and remain comfortable. See the picture and visualize it in dark green. It stands him almost completely for when he's feeling weak. It's pretty rockin'.

T has finally gotten his appetite back, almost just in time for the chemo to start. This week we are stuffing him with full fat and calorie foods, hoping to put on a little of the weight he's lost before he starts feeling cruddy again. A side effect of his cancer, then, is that I have gained 4 pounds, one more reason why it's good that I no longer need to worry about that wedding dress! I baked Tim an apple pie last night with apples from the farm and we're going to eat it with ice cream when I get home from trading cars with my mom this eve. It required the use of 3 sticks of butter and a full cup of sugar, so this baby better be as good as it looks and smells. While it's far from a superfood, I think we'll worry about getting back to those when he's eating more selectively again. For now, we chow down!