I obsessed last night that my hair was falling out all over my pillow, so this morning I woke up Ben to ask him to shave my head.
“A number 5 should do, Ben, please.”
So he shaved mine and I shaved his.
Still so much fell out in the shower that I had some hair that was “5” while other parts of my head balded.
Back to the back deck and another shave.
“Shave it right off, please Ben.” I requested.
And that was that.
It may seem simple enough, but it was difficult to bare today. I’ll be okay. I know that. I put on a scarf, some eyebrow pencil liner and some lipstick. I even put on my Mom’s pearl earrings I just can’t snap out of it.
I will tomorrow.
Today, I sorted through old photos and discarded the ones that I thought my children would have no use for. Funny how stress tends to make me want to de-clutter.
Two days until Ben and Kevin leave for Mexico for their swimming race. I was to go with them. Instead I’ll be in chemo. I’m feeling rather sorry for myself. I’ll admit it. I’m not too proud to say. Today – is a down day.
I’ll be okay tomorrow.
Tomorrow, I’ll plant my garden. Tomorrow I’ll dig in the dirt. Tomorrow, I’ll put my fighting gloves back on.
I just can’t today.
My hair-razing experience today … sucked.