I thought she was flirting with me

I thought she was flirting but it was just her eyelashes falling out that was causing all the eye fluttering. Her hair seems to be hanging in there still. We're past the peach-fuzz stage. It's about a half inch long. Of course the color isn't what she wants but then that's no different from when it was long. Health-wise she's doing just fine. Still gets tired at the end of the day and the ends of her fingers hurt a little.

Last weekend we went to Carolin's dad's 70th birthday party in Edmonton. We dodged germs, listened to conversations in Austrian or maybe German, and saw a lot of friends up there that we hadn't seen in awhile. We timed the trip to be before Carolin's white blood cell drop (due to her last chemo). Immunity-wise, this week is suppose to be the low point, and then our trip to LA next week is suppose to coincide with the rise again. If I could just get her to hold her breath when she's outdoors we could stop worrying about stray germs.