Getting ready for the fall out
Sunday and Monday morning I carried a paper tape lint picker upper with me. My hair has begun to thin. I got this cut Monday afternoon. There is less fall out now. Husband offered to go to his parent's house and get the clippers his dad used on him growing up. I pointed out that the only clipping experience he had, was our dog, once. I politely declined his offer. He seemed a little too excited. I play a new game every morning, now. First I feel if I have hair, and then I check to see if I have eyebrows and eyelashes. My husband usually makes a statement each morning validating that I still have hair. I get my next chemo Thursday! Good-by cancer cells! Who cares about hair?
posted by Ruthie at 11:12 AM
1 Comments:
Good instinct. When I had stitches in my chin, my friend Brett offered to take them out for me and I declined for the same reason you did - too much enthusiasm.
Good luck with the chemo!
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