Happy (Belated) Thanksgiving to each of you who are taking the time to follow this blog. I did not write because I was either busy -- cooking turkey and dressing, making gravy, acorn squash, mashed potatoes -- or vegging in front of the TV watching the Thanksgiving Day Parade, highlights of the national dog show and football. David made cranberry sauce, and his scrumptious walnut cranberry bread. We bought an apple pie. Jessie scored some turkey. It was a delicious meal. David's brother didn't come; he wasn't feeling well. We prepared a meal-to-go and David will take it to him over the next day or so. Kim dropped by late in the day, not to eat, just to visit. I spoke to my son, S, and to Aunt M. A good day.
Cancer-news-wise, my hair is now officially falling out. Just running my fingers through it, I can tell there is less of it. But yesterday for the first time, very gently pulling at it resulted in small clumps, little bitty rats' nests, coming out, It's hard to decide at what point to have it cut or shaved off. I have a certain horror of waking up one morning and having a big bald spot somewhere on my head and finding a BIG clump of hair in the bed with me. At the same time, David is right. At this particular moment, it still looks more or less normal - even if I can tell it's different and changing rapidly now. But how rapidly? Can it wait until Monday afternoon? I'm planning to go in to the office on Monday morning. Do I want to risk going in on Monday and trailng little baby rats' nests of hair around the office after me like Hansel and Gretel's crumbs? (Where's Laurence? Oh, just follow the little clumps of her hair. You'll find her.) It's amazing what you learn about yourself from this process. When Doctor R and Nurse E both brought up hair loss as a side effect, I didn't exactly pooh pooh it, but I really thought it wouldn't be that big a deal for me. It's not as if I have had long flowing silky locks on a day to day basis up until now that chemo is going to rob me of, But now, coming down to the wire, I am discovering it is a more freighted experience than I expected. I think once the hair is really gone, it may get easier. It's just letting go of it. Hmm.... a lesson there, too.
Maybe I'll decide to have it shaved off today -my personal Black Friday. Otherwise, I guess I'll wait until Monday afternoon. I think it comes down to the question of deciding which freaks me out more: Going ahead and having it shaved off now -- or -- the possibility that before I have it shaved off, truly large and obvious clumps will fall out. Don't know yet.
It's time to go take Jessie out. I have to check the weather to see if we should try to go to the park. I'd like to. We'll see.
Peace
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