CatFromBath: I'm gonna cut that PINK right outta my hair!

Tomorrow I get to see the orthopedic surgeon about this dumb rotator cuff tear. I think the pain has subsided somewhat however it has now frozen into place and I can not lift it over my head, at all. Getting old sucks!

This past week seems to have gone by very quickly, I had a meeting on Thursday night for the CJAI 10th Anniversary Party Committee that I am a part of. I still find it hard to believe that the station has been around for ten years. Especially when everyone thought it wouldn't last a year! That old milk house is where I have spent many a good time. So much has changed and will be changing, and I have decided that I should be a part of it. Considering the fact that I was there in the very beginning, it is something close to my heart.

This picture was taken the first summer CJAI was open - 2006:

This was taken a few years later by my friend Dana Orr:

Yesterday was the day to get the PINK cut out of my hair. My hairdresser has been sick and had cancelled on me twice. Just before I headed out the door yesterday morning, the salon called to say she was sick again. I was fortunate enough to get an appointment with Heather and she did a fantastic job. My hair is very short now and the pink is just a distant memory. It's almost like the pink remnants were holding me down somewhat. Since I was diagnosed, I have had numerous people send me messages and tell me face to face that I am a 'hero'. Although that is very flattering, and I certainly appreciate the kudos, but I am not a hero. I am a person who was told that if I didn't have surgery, I would die. If I didn't have radiation therapy, I would die. If I didn't take this memory-robbing, estrogen-depleting drug for ten years, I would die. Even though I'm old, I'm too young to die. I have done what anyone would do: fight!