Uncle Murray

If it weren't for the male pattern baldness, you would not even know little Evie is undergoing chemo. She is most definitely thinning on the top, and will probably look like an Uncle Murray very soon, though without the creepy mustache.

My mother-in-law points out that it's a good thing that I have stopped making cakes for a while. No one wants to bite into a cupcake with hair in it. I baked a loaf of bread tonight and the first piece I sliced into had a hair baked right into the crust. I tried to tell Matt and his mom that it meant it was "artisan" bread. Blood, sweat, tears...and hair.

After the kids went down last night, I briefly left the confines of our bubble to go out for sushi with some great friends. It's the first time I've been out since Eve's birthday. Raw fish and karaoke do a soul good. Bonus: we got to enjoy the artistic stylings of Pat from Saturday Night Live! There is definitely nothing better than sexually ambiguous background music to aid in the digestion of sushi.

It was good to go out and remind myself that the world had the audacity to continue turning after Eve's diagnosis. Now I just need to try to keep up.

I just got some pretty awful news that my good friend lost her brother last night. It really puts things into perspective, as there is always someone who is dealt a worse card than you. Another family friend lost her mother yesterday evening as well. I pray that they can find peace with time.