I did a photo shoot with an awesome photographer this summer. Here are the links to the pictures.
http://brandireynolds.com/2012/06/21/life-is-art-sara-is-a-warrior/
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Brandi-Reynolds-Photography/238973019533299
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Lessons From Tyra
I secretly love to watch America's Next Top Model. The hair, the makeup, the clothes all capture my imagination. Their fashion ideas are so fun and funky.
Now that I am bald, I watch with a discriminating eye to see if I can swipe any fashion and makeup ideas for myself.
For me, sporting a bald look takes guts and style. I'm trying not to look like a small boy in summer so I wear dark eye makeup, shiny earrings, dark lipstick, and girly outfits. So far, my strategy is working. I still feel feminine.
Thank you Tyra for shaving some of your models' heads!
Now that I am bald, I watch with a discriminating eye to see if I can swipe any fashion and makeup ideas for myself.
For me, sporting a bald look takes guts and style. I'm trying not to look like a small boy in summer so I wear dark eye makeup, shiny earrings, dark lipstick, and girly outfits. So far, my strategy is working. I still feel feminine.
Thank you Tyra for shaving some of your models' heads!
Friday, November 2, 2012
The Buzz Cut
On my birthday looking very much like a harpy, I called my husband and asked if he would buzz my hair. He agreed to do it. With a sense of warped excitement, I headed home.
There my husband stood with clippers in one hand and a pair of scissors in the other. His brother and sister-in-law joined us for the fun and began to video tape the procedure.
Snip, snip, snip. Off went my nasty strands of hair.
Buzz, buzz, buzz. Now, my head was exposed to the world.
When I looked in the mirror, I was surprised to see my head was nicely shaped.
"Very cool." I thought to myself.
I guess if my head has to be shaved, it is a bit of a bonus to have a nicely shaped head. However, my husband feels that I should have left my harpy hair on my head and run around town with no hat. The shock value of my head would have been out of this world.
There my husband stood with clippers in one hand and a pair of scissors in the other. His brother and sister-in-law joined us for the fun and began to video tape the procedure.
Snip, snip, snip. Off went my nasty strands of hair.
Buzz, buzz, buzz. Now, my head was exposed to the world.
When I looked in the mirror, I was surprised to see my head was nicely shaped.
"Very cool." I thought to myself.
I guess if my head has to be shaved, it is a bit of a bonus to have a nicely shaped head. However, my husband feels that I should have left my harpy hair on my head and run around town with no hat. The shock value of my head would have been out of this world.
Friday, October 26, 2012
Locks of Love
When I started chemotherapy, I was told that all my hair would fall out. Fortunately, I'm very warped and the thought of losing my hair did not bother me.
Four weeks into chemotherapy, my hair began to shed like my fluffy border collie in the middle of summer. That is not a pretty sight, I assure you. I do have very thick hair. So when a third of my hair fell out one morning, you couldn't even tell. My husband and I decided to braid and cut my hair so I could donate it to Locks of Love before there were only three strands left.
My husband is such an artist. He cut my hair into a really cute chin length bob that stylishly framed my face. I was impressed. A few days later, chemotherapy won the battle with my hair follicles. The rest of my hair fell out in clumps until my head resembled that of a harpy's from World of Warcraft.
Four weeks into chemotherapy, my hair began to shed like my fluffy border collie in the middle of summer. That is not a pretty sight, I assure you. I do have very thick hair. So when a third of my hair fell out one morning, you couldn't even tell. My husband and I decided to braid and cut my hair so I could donate it to Locks of Love before there were only three strands left.
My husband is such an artist. He cut my hair into a really cute chin length bob that stylishly framed my face. I was impressed. A few days later, chemotherapy won the battle with my hair follicles. The rest of my hair fell out in clumps until my head resembled that of a harpy's from World of Warcraft.
The Bucket List
I've started a bucket list of sorts. It's written in chicken scratch on my calendar in the kitchen. Things that I have included are storm chasing, becoming a scuba diving instructor, getting a snowboard, playing my husband's songs on the piano, relearning my Spanish, and redoing the backyard. So far, I am actually working on these things.
I started the bucket list because I felt a little pressure to get some fun things done in my life that I had put aside. Cancer has a funny way of changing priorities. Life can't be stressful all the time. That makes me a very sick girl.
So, I'm working on my fun and spontaneity. I need to get that back in order to fulfill the neglected free spirit inside of me.
I started the bucket list because I felt a little pressure to get some fun things done in my life that I had put aside. Cancer has a funny way of changing priorities. Life can't be stressful all the time. That makes me a very sick girl.
So, I'm working on my fun and spontaneity. I need to get that back in order to fulfill the neglected free spirit inside of me.
Vegan
After finding out about my breast cancer, I decided to become vegan. Now, I've been vegetarian all of my life. However, I've heard and read that eating more naturally and organically helps when fighting cancer. Now I eat more dark, leafy vegetables and I try to buy more organic items. It's a bonus when those organic items are also locally grown. I also juice my vegetable periodically and make dragon slaying smoothies. I've perfected both the veggie juice and the smoothie. The smoothie is good now but wasn't when I first tried it. The veggie juice is getting closer to V8 all the time.
I'd like to say that I am very strict about being vegan. Sadly, I am not. Most of the time I am 70% vegan and 30% angry. How do you like them percentages?
I'd like to say that I am very strict about being vegan. Sadly, I am not. Most of the time I am 70% vegan and 30% angry. How do you like them percentages?
Saturday, October 13, 2012
Finding Out
I had just finished breast feeding my baby when I noticed some really weird changes in my right breast. I am really lucky I weened my baby when I did because the tumor measured at least 5 cm at the time of my mammogram. A few weeks later when I began chemotherapy, my tumor was 11x13 cm. I also had a lump in my lymph nodes.
The reason I weened my baby when I did was because he got two teeth early. My little baby was a biter and bit me with a vengeance while nursing one day. That day was the last day he nursed. That was God's weird way of looking out for me.
The reason I weened my baby when I did was because he got two teeth early. My little baby was a biter and bit me with a vengeance while nursing one day. That day was the last day he nursed. That was God's weird way of looking out for me.
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