Patrick and I got dinner out today and I ran into a woman in the bathroom who was bald. When I asked if she was going through treatment, she said she was. I mentioned I had a few years ago, and she eagerly opened up. We spent the next 10-15 minutes talking about hair loss, chemo, radiation, and surgery. We ended up hugging as we said goodbye. It’s amazing how instantly connected you can feel to someone who has a shared experience. I’m grateful I asked the question.

I’m also thankful that my mom and sisters are coming tomorrow to go to a 1920s murder mystery dinner a local restaurant is hosting. It will be a fun ending to this week.