I got the call today to set up my first chemo infusion. Eighteen weeks, six infusions begin on February 19th at 10 in the morning. "Tell me about chemo," I asked.
Yes you will lose your hair."
"About three or four weeks into the first treatment.".
The hair thing, while weird, is ok with me. Just don't want to barf. Facts. All of these crazy, crazy facts that are my reality now.
I want to cut my hair before it falls out. It seems that's the thing to do in the cancer world right now, cut it before chemo starts. Shave it even. And I get it now on a new level. It would be so much sadder to feel it fall out in surprising brushfuls.
So here's my plan. I will cut the most of off it in one ponytail just like I've done before and donate to Locks of Love. And then I want to have fun with it and go from one hairstyle to another! All in one sitting. Until I'm down to a mowhawk for the grandkids! Ha! We will have fun with it. Maybe even some wild dyes? The possibilities are endless.
It's going to be weird to be bald. Someone said to me today, "No! Your beautiful hair!" And then we both agreed immediately, "Oh! But my beautiful life!" I am so grateful that I have the opportunity to heal.
I did get my new computer last night after my very long doctor's appointment. It was kind of like the old days when my children were little. Whenever one of them went to the doctors they got to choose a sugar cereal at the grocery store. And to them it was as grand as a new computer! I mean, these little children whose mama gave them a ten pound bowl of hot grains. Every. Single. Morning. ;)
That said, I think the photo in this post might be all caddywampus because I don't know how to turn it right side up! Oh well.
Calling all knitters. Ms. Calvin needs some soft, cute hats.