This Is Why I Shouldn't Make Plans

This seems to be a recurring theme with me. I make these fabulous plans only to have life interfere and make me change my plans.

I had planned to have a fundraiser - a head shave. It was going to be fabulous with lots of friends and family and goodies and prizes and lots of money raised for the Relay.
I was going to do it right before chemo started so I wouldn't have to watch my hair fall out.

I'll be starting chemo on Thursday - sooner than I'd planned. And while I'm sure in my awesomeness I could throw together a great party for this weekend, I'm not sure I have the gumption to do it so fast, nor do I really want to be voluntarily bald for 4 more days than I need to be.

So, I will be having a head shave party but it won't be a fundraiser, it will just be family and a few close friends. And I'll be doing in on Wednesday night, not the weekend. And as much as I want it to be a fundraiser, there's no time to throw something like that together. I guess I'll just post the quilt for sale on Etsy.

I'm a little disappointed...I love a good party. I don't want this to be a depressing event, me shaving my head and bawling like a baby but I refuse to let chemo take my hair and I think if I do it myself without having friends and family over I'll be a basket case. I'll leave the tears for after everyone goes home.

I should just stop making plans...they never work out for me. Or, I should use this to my advantage, something like I could plan to feel really crappy after chemo so that it backfires on me and I don't. Ha, somehow I don't think that will work.