Best Sticker Ever! / Hair

So, I have Anemia and I've been taking IV iron treatments, therapy or what ever you call it, at the hospital for the last 2 weeks. I've had 6 treatments. This is a picture of Nurse Judith. No matter how little your vein is she sticks it on the first try! Yeah! She's the best sticker ever! So if you have to go to SGHS (our hospital here in Brunswick) and you are afraid of needles and or you have little veins, ask for Judith! Not that she would come to your rescue, she works in the Oncology unit and they need her there and she is very very good and very very busy. That's where I have taken my treatments, it's been very humbling to be just getting iron when most everyone else has been taking chemo.

This morning as most mornings, I just couldn't get my hair to do what I wanted it to do. Just life with curly hair in the humid south. I didn't think much about it until later. I was running about 5 minutes late for my appointment at the hospital to get my last iron treatment. Because I made the nurses a pan of those wonderful Apple Dumplings! I just needed to bring a little joy into a few more peoples lives. They were excited, loved them and now need the recipe, which I forgot to take with me in my hurry to get there on time. Which I didn't. I'll take it by next week, I promised. Today I sat in the first cubicle right across from where they weigh and take the vitals of the patients as they come in. (I refused to weigh every time after they took my blood pressure, they never made me either) I was reading when a rather tall very thin lady wearing a baseball cap came in. She stopped and sat down. I looked up and smiled at her and went back to reading. The nurse came over and did her job and then told the lady to follow her. Before she did, the lady stepped over to my area and said, "I love your hair." As I looked up at her I saw that her baseball hat covered her very bald head. My emotions got the best of me and I teared up and found it very hard to speak back to her. I told her who does my hair and she said that she wanted hers done like mine when she got hers back. I said that she sure could and that it would look really cute on her. I know it was a complement but I felt so guilty for always fussing about my stubborn hair and it made me ever so grateful that I have a head full of dyed, very chopped, and wacky hair. As she walked away, I said a little prayer and asked our loving Heavenly Father that if it be his will , that she could have hair back again someday. I've been very emotional all morning about meeting this particular individual.