hey hey. I made it through. Kept enough hair so most people had no idea how much I'd lost. I did have to chop it off because it was all uneven chunks and in Bobcat Goldwaithe mode. I was so angry that I just grabbed my sewing shears and hack hack hack. I was immediately grateful that the chemo didn't take aways my curls which so genorously hid the mess I had wrought. Everybody says they like it but I detest it. Too bad for me. Such is life - I should shut up because I have one.
Today is a heavy one. One month free of voluntarily poisoning myself; not because there was still cancer in my body, but in the hopes that the destruction and discontinuity caused by the poison would hunt down any random cancer cells hiding away in the dark would be murdered in their hidey holes... if there are any. No guarantees though.