Today marks three weeks to the day that I first started chemo. It also means that Christmas was only three weeks ago and we have a year, less three weeks till next Christmas. But today also marks the day my hair started to fall out.
This morning I got up just like any other morning....tired....and had my shower. As I pulled the comb through my short short hair, I noticed the teeth on the comb were filled with an unusual amount of hair. I then went to put some mousse in my hair and noticed as I ran my hands through....that my hands came back covered in hair. As it is now....I can grab hold of a bunch of my hair and without so much as a pull end up with a good handful. It`s begun....and it`s kinda sad.
I went out to a wig store and made sure I had `wig tape` to help hold the prosthetic in place (is it correct to call it that?).
On a side note....I love my boy Al (I love them all but...) kid is a computer genius and figured out how to fix my keyboard on this new netbook...love him!!
Anyways...today marks a day to remember and while I've been incredibly good this week...I'm going to have me a glass (or two) of wine....probably not the best thing when you have cancer but hey....it's my t.v. night, it's our traditional "wine night" and hell....I'm losing my hair night!