It's been a few days since my second chemo treatment. The only side effect - my hair. It started really falling out on Thursday, so I made an appointment to get my hair cut. While I knew it was going to come out, I guess in some ways I was hoping that I would be exempt from it. And it was difficult. My friend and hairdresser L was awesome - she shaved my hair and styled both of my wigs. And we joked that it would be the only time that I tell her to "cut it all off."
It's still hard getting used to no hair. I miss it. Yes, it's easier in the mornings now - I don't have to do anything to it, but I'd rather have to spend the time washing it and drying it than not having it. Not having my hair makes the cancer seem more real.
Some of the girls saw the wigs this weekend, and they thought they looked fairly real. So that was good. It'll take time to get used to it, but I can do it.
There is a movie on Lifetime tonight - "Living Proof" about the doctor who invented Herceptin. I'm watching it because I owe my life to this doctor - the Herceptin will help stop the cancer in me. And one day we won't have this type of cancer.
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