Did a radio show yesterday with Dr. Fitness and The Fat Guy, two guys in Atlanta who strive to make healthy living fun for everyone. We talked breast cancer—I told them how I found my lump, how I coped through treatment, how I started this blog, how I lost my hair. Check me out here. Don’t expect me to belt out any songs on this radio clip. That’s what Danny imagined I’d be doing when I told him the other day about my upcoming appearance.
“When are we going to hear your song?” 5-year-old Danny asked this morning on the way to school, just after I’d turned on some tunes.
“My song?” I asked.
“When are you going to sing on the radio?” he responded with impatience. Sensing my cluelessness, he declared: “You said you were going to be on the radio.”
“Oh, I was on the radio,” I explained. “But I just answered questions.”
“That’s all you did?” chimed in Joey. “About what?”
“About breast cancer,” I told both boys. “I talked about how Joey shaved my head and told me not to cry because it was only a haircut and I wouldn’t die.” I could see Joey smiling as I peeked at him through the mirror.
“You were right,” I told Joey. “It was just a haircut. My hair grew back, and I didn’t die.”
“And you look pretty,” Joey said. “And I like you’re hair better now.”
I told Joey he made my day.
“I thought your day was made by my goodness,” he said.
I asked for clarification.
“I thought your day was already made because I’m being so good,” said my 7-year-old guy.
OK, I get it. You see, Joey gets quite a lot of coaching in the mornings to stay on track and get out the door for school. This morning, he did well. So yes, he had essentially already made my day. And then he made it better.
Today, Joey was good. And he told me I’m pretty. And I don’t think I could have asked for anything more at 7:15 AM on a Friday morning.
A pretty good day, it is.