The ouch-ouch dance…

I can’t keep it in any longer. It needs to be said. I wear make up. I wear it a lot. I wear it everyday, at work. At first I did not like it…but now 😀

In case you are wondering; I am a cover girl guy. Always have been, always will be. With that said I am not much of a face washing guy. I prefer those handy dandy wipes. Therein lies the rub. Washing your face is a big part of this chemotherapy regimen. I don’t like washing my face, it is an ordeal that creates a mess. I wish I could wash my face like they do on TV commercials. The beautiful made-for-tv-spokesmodel slowly propels water through the air toward her face, then, ever so neatly her perfect complexion gets even more perfecter (spokesmodel lingo). She makes it look easy, too easy. Who has the challenge of cleaning the bathroom when she is done? It must be a complete disaster. To recap; I’m not much of a face washing guy. I do it every day and every day it hurts a little more. It seems every skin-based nerve in my face is exposed. Nonetheless I have to do it. Last night my youngest daughter wanted to see the wash, dry, chemo maneuver. I fore-warned her about the dance. The “ouch-ouch-it-hurts” dance. The performance of which is usually reserved for those times when one bangs ones thumb with a hammer. I now perform that dance daily when washing my face. Fast forward a few minutes. My dance is done. I am very lucky to be on the receiving end of a big loving supportive hug from my second born. After the wash and dance, I wait. This is a no towel zone. My face is too tender. I air dry. Kinda like the Cuba Gooding Jr character in Jerry McGuire. Then the chemo. The nasty but necessary chemo cream. 
Today is day 16. Today was almost unbearable. The face washing, the chemo cream. All of it. But it’s all good, I am saying my prayers and taking my vitamins like a good Hulkamaniac. The end is in sight. Quitting is not an option. I got this. More importantly, I have got my incredible wife, my amazing daughters and a wonderful life. 
There are a lot of people out there a lot worse off than me…prayers for them please. Cancer sucks. 

Thanks for stopping by, day 16.  
God bless,
-Ian

My relatively recent promo shots; 2005, 2012, 2016 and now…you can figure em out 😀