There....I suggest you read that aloud in the voice of the old stinky priest from Father Ted.
This cycle has been particularly hard, but more on that later.
Last cycle, as I am surrounded by such lovely friends and family I decided to include them in my experience. In particular, my hair loss experience....... whether they wanted to be included or not!
The hair started coming out on day 13, just as the wig lady had predicted. Just slowly to start with, a few strands here and there. Day 13 for me was a Tuesday (I think). By the Saturday I had thinned so much had resorted to a hat and had arranged the big shave for the Monday evening (day 18).
I'm fortunate to call my hairdresser a close friend so I asked her, and a group of friends over on the Monday night to do the deed, clipper me to stop the awful hair ache that you hear about but cant quite imagine how uncomfortable it is.
So they came, we drank champagne, we laughed, cried and hugged and said goodbye to my hair.
It was cathartic....
I can't tell you how weird it felt to have it all gone, I've always had very long hair and to have the decision of whether to cut or not taken away from me felt very hard. But having no hair ache, no wispy bits in my face, no lengths all over the floor and in my dinner........strangely liberating!
I have to thank..... Mum, Anna, Louise, Lianne, Emily Mads Lou and Suzy for being there and helping me through, couldn't have done it without you all....can't do it without you all xxx
Then there was cycle 2......
Thursday 17th March 2016
Obligatory Wonder woman photograph....... My hat hurt, that's why the ears are out, I look a treat don't I? This session went well, quicker than the first lot and less of a headache, but maybe as I knew what to expect....anyway Thank you Suzy for the lift, and the hot chocolate and the chat..
Earlier that morning, I'd been over at Maidstone hospital. My daddy who had bladder cancer last summer had been taken in around the time of my first session, with acute pain and infection. He'd not really recovered properly after his big op in November and we had limped through Christmas and the new year. We learned early in to his stay that the cancer had returned......well, that it had never really gone away and that he was now stage 4. He had metastatic cancer in his spine, pelvis, kidneys and liver. He also had pneumonia. Seeing him that morning, completely unaware that either Mum, me or his brother Bud was there was heart breaking. His breathing was laboured, he was hot and restless.
We all feel like we have been dumped on, from a height. And sadly, on Thursday 17th, whilst I was hooked up to my second chemo he slipped away. Fucking unfair. My sister didn't get here in time........but she's here now, and we're ok.
I love you daddy xxx
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