Is this the toughest day?

Today is Saturday, September 7.

It's the day I'm going to shave my head.

I have to shave my head because my hair is falling out because I had my first round of chemo because I have cancer.  I really have cancer.

I've felt so good through everything so far but now I'm going to look sick.  I'm going to look like somebody with cancer.

And the thing I've dreaded most since I got the diagnosis is going to happen:  I will no longer just be Beverly.  I will be the lady with breast cancer.  I will become my diagnosis.

But I don't want to wear pink.  I don't want to race for a cure.  I don't {heart} boobies and I don't want to wear the bracelet.

I just want to be Beverly.  Like I have been for 45 years.  Like always.

Clinging to this verse:  Psalm 29:11  God makes his people strong.  God gives his people peace.