I got jipped! (treatment #3, in the books!)

My hair started falling out yesterday, which was so hard!  Today, when I pulled on the ends of my hair, it came out in big clumps.  I pulled and pulled, and just pulled hair out with no resistance.  I knew the time had come.  When I started chemo two Fridays ago, the nurse said it would be 4-6 weeks before my hair would fall out.  I didn't even get to the third treatment (or three weeks).  I did get jipped!



This is a professional photo I had taken last time.  This was early spring 2010.  I have a few more wrinkles now, but I look about the same with my shiny head.  I didn't have the heart to have my picture taken today, that will come in time.  I'll get used to my new look and be more comfortable with it.  Maybe I'll collect new funky earrings?  :)  My hat of choice is a baseball cap (even to church).  You won't be seeing any scarves, and certainly no wigs, on me!  Not.  My.  Style.

Mat's the one who shaved my head.  We tried to get kids in on it to, but they didn't want to.  I thought Isaac would jump at the chance, but No.  Maddie is home for the long weekend, so she helped him clean up spots he missed.  It's always great to have her here!

Chemo went as expected, no surprises there.  Except this: just after I got settled in my recliner, a lady in the next pod over started having a reaction to her chemo.  It was horrible listening to her, not because I was annoyed or inconvenienced, but because I can't imagine how terrified she must have felt.  It's a fear we all have, when you're sitting there getting poison pumped through your veins.  Immediately there was an army of doctors, nurses, and other helpers that swarmed around her and got her stabilized and breathing again. Having cancer is hard enough to deal with, but when you almost die getting the treatment design to get you better, that's TOO MUCH!  Her poor husband.