Yesterday was a very good day. Made the win in a bet that was not easy--Yahoo! Worked out in the am and played golf in afternoon. Only one thing marred my day. After we played I went to restroom and brushed out my hat hair. And there it was. A bald spot. Looks like I AM going to lose my hair with this chemo. Damn.
I know you're thinking, why does that surprise her? Well, I've done chemo before and my hair just thinned. It didn't look good, but I still had it. This time around I get the feeling I won't be so lucky. I don't know why this has upset me so much, but it has. Its like the cancer is saying, "got ya! You thought you could ignore me with all that eating right and exercise crap, but I'll show you! I'm here. Deal with it"
they do say that denial is one of the 5 stages of grief. So now what? Here's the thing, this cancer is easily treatable and non-life threatening at this stage. I have no doubt I can whoop its ass. I believe whole heartedly that the steps I'm taking with healthy food and exercise are the right ones. And. I hate it. I hate when it throws me for a loop. I hate losing my hair. I hate this more than the 4 hrs on Saturday hooked to the poisin that will save my life. I hate it more than the fatigue. (Sounds like I've still got some anger, too. Yep.)
seeing that little but growing spot just made me so sad.
I'm not a vain person. I don't worry about the little wrinkles that have developed over the years. I'm not trying to look 30 again. But I guess I don't want others to look at me and their first thought be 'cancer'.
I don't want others to be checking for other signs of weakness or impending death.
So, I guess I need to start shopping for wigs. What do you think? Purple page cut? Long, blonde and curly like I always wanted as a child? Auburn flowing locks? The choices are, apparently, endless.
Maybe I'll get a new outfit to go with it.