I have a $100,000 hairdo. Last year, given the choice, I would have declined paying what my curls have cost. Life has a way of chosing its own direction.
The price has indeed been steep. Four months of chemo (and counting), thirty-seven radiation sessions, two biopsies, one port placement, one lumpectomy, one mastectomy. A grand canyon of a radiation wound. A blistered toe.
So what did this buy me? A year with my husband, our love deeper than the ocean, sweeter than baklava, warm and soft and snuggly as cashmere. Even better, a year of walking with the creator of the universe walking beside me with his arm around my shoulder. Comforting, guiding, leading. Daily grace. Hope. Love.
And curls, a soft, gorgeous, wonderful, explosion of curls. I am beautiful.
When I said, “My foot is slipping,”
your love, O LORD, supported me.
When anxiety was great within me,
your consolation brought joy to my soul. Psalm 94: 18-19