Exactly on schedule, starting at around day 12 and really hitting its stride at day 14, my hair is falling out. It is coming out in handfuls. It is falling into my face and under my glasses and into my knitting. The eyebrows are mostly gone, as are the tiny hairs on my face, and on my arms, and just about everywhere else. The hair on my head has thinned considerably, and my pillow looked like a dog’s bed this morning. So, it’s time to call in the reinforcements and shave it all off. My sister and lovely niece came by and helped me. My sister cut and my niece took the photos.
You know what? It’s only hair. It means that the chemo is doing its job, and I hope that it’s as hard on cancer cells as it’s been on hair follicles. The second chemo has been a little tougher – more nausea, but still well under control. Having my family be here for me through this has been amazing. Thanks, Barb and Claire, and my wonderful chefs, Cecil and Kevin.