09/10/2026
Well, friends, tomorrow morning at 7:30, I’m having back surgery.
And what did I decide absolutely HAD to happen before surgery?
I needed my hair colored.
I just couldn’t go another day. I couldn’t! 😂
My beautiful friend Rebekah packed up her supplies, came to the hospital and turned my room into a beauty salon. She colored my hair in my hospital bed, washed it using an inflatable contraption around my neck and a portable shower head, and then blew it dry.
But underneath all the hilarity, something very tender has been happening.
I am being cared for.
By my family. My friends. The wonderful people here at the hospital. And all of you who have been sending me so much love.
Yesterday, while I was in terrible pain, I tried smiling just to see what would happen. My body still hurt, but I realized something:
Maybe smiling doesn’t mean the pain isn’t there. Maybe it simply means the pain doesn’t get to have all of me.
I wrote about all of it today—the pain, the laughter, the love, the hospital “spa,” the wonderful food, the beautiful Human-to-Human Connections™ happening in this room, and what I’m learning about receiving love.
And yes, there are hair-color pictures. Of course there are.
A hospital bed, freshly colored hair, a whole lot of pain—and an unexpected lesson about smiling, connection, and receiving love.