Cancer Survivor, writing about Health and Fitness as you age

I recently did what so many of my friends have done- I went to the salon to get my hair done. I don't usually do that, in fact, the last time I had a proper spoil up was when I had my hair coloured the day I stopped wearing hats, wigs and scarves. Since my hair has grown, I usually get a very basic haircut, and in fact, the tip alone was twice what I normally pay to get my hair cut. But of course what I was paying for, was not just the haircut.  It was the ambience, it was the mimosa they offered on Saturdays, it was the 3 hours without children or family or expectations, it was the hand massage or the cucumber on the eyes, whichever you chose. It was the service, and having the stylist actually make a recommendation about a suitable hairstyle. It was all of it. And boy did I pay for that experience. And since your hair never looks as good as it does as when you have just come from the salon, I had to run home and get G to take a picture right away!

This past summer, three years ago , I received the diagnosis that changed our lives. It was the week before we were planning to leave for Germany on a family vacation. My dad was flying in from Trinidad to make the trip with us, and we got the news that I had stage III breast cancer the Wednesday of the week he arrived. We had to cancel that trip and I went straight into treatment. This past summer, almost to the day, we finally made that trip to Germany... Here I am on the ferry going to Denmark My dad was not able to go with us on this trip, but it was a wonderful experience to see Berlin again, and see it with the kids. They were great travelers! Helped by the chocolate breakfast bars with Nutella that we got on the plane, no doubt! My first visit to Germany, pre-kids, was all about the places -  my husband's University, Deutsches Eck, Munchen visiting friends, the hospital where he was born, Opa Willie's grave. This time around, it was about family and the food