I always thought of myself as
someone who took the time to look at the mountain tops, stop at the purples,
pinks and blues of the sunset, notice the dew on the early morning grass, took
the long way home to breathe in the scent of the orange trees blossoming…
This experience has now slowed
my life down in an inexplicable way. ‘Perspective’ is a pretty bold word in my
life at the moment. And funny enough, I still feel like I do not have time for
this…
I am still me, I still feel
like the same ‘ol Bee that you all know, stubborn as all hell, but this…this
has been a backslap to the face to get my ‘ish together. There will be change.
I am not in denial, I believe
this is happening. However it is still tough to digest that ‘Bee has Cancer’
Ha!? Bee…does not equal cancer. It is so surreal, and yet so real…Now even
after treatment number 1, cutting my
hair, watching my hair fall out into my fingers, shaving my head, and now
treatment number 2…it's happening however still I am in awe.
Many times I have started out
describing myself as a ‘contradiction’. For those of you, who know me well,
will understand that portrayal. This is definitely another contradiction, a
paradox, an oxymoron, a glitch in the matrix, and weirdly enough I am ok with
it. This is how it is supposed to be.
It will get worse before it
gets better, but I promise you I will be ok. I promise myself that.
Love, Bee
And I see black, black, green,
and brown, brown, brown and blue, yellow, violets, red.
And suddenly a light appears inside my brain
And I think of my ways,
I think of my days
and know that I have changed”
Some new pics....
The last of it....compliments of David Bee
Yep, I'm showing you....ugh...
I love Aang. Wish it was Halloween...
Henna job?
My wig (Thanks Pammy and Steve)