Monday April 9, 2012
This morning is Day 16 from my first chemo treatment and the
doctors told me I’d lose my hair by Day 17. I have been hoping against all the
odds, that I wouldn’t have to go through it, but this morning as I showered, my
hair betrayed me and I realized that I will lose my hair. As I got ready for
the day and was drying my hair and putting my make up on. Tears kept running
down my face. It was so dumb that I was crying. I wasn’t even really sure why.
It’s just hair. I know it will grow back when I get done with my treatments. It
doesn’t hurt when it falls out, but I guess I’m mourning the loss of my hair
and recognizing that this cancer experience is actually happening and that it
is changing who I am, at least on the outside.
I took care of a lot of wedding plans today at home and ran
a few errands. I felt good and productive. Tonight, Lincoln’s good friend texted
him and asked if we’d like to borrow his gorgeous convertible corvette to go
for a ride and let the wind blow through my hair while I could still enjoy that
experience. I was so touched by that sweet gesture. What amazing, sensitive
friends we are blessed with!
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