Wiggin' Out

I have begun wearing a wig as I go out and about. I like it. It looks good, or at least everyone tells me so. Losing the hair was a bit freaky at first. Most people just shave the head as soon as the hair starts to fall out. I have continued to collect bits and pieces of hair to make the halo gizmo I plan to construct (this described in previous post). Meanwhile, I also have lots of hats and am enjoying wearing them. As weird as this sounds, I prefer to be a participant in the process of the hair loss; I will sit in the backyard and run my fingers through my hair pulling out handfuls. I prefer not to hide from what is happening.

It's a fascinating process.... this observing of the "killing" off of cells in the body. The hair loss is proof that something awful is happening. It is also proof that something wonderful might be happening: the killing off of the cancer cells. A Tale of Two Cities: it was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Again with the ying and the yang.

Tomorrow I start the second 3-week round of chemo treatment. I have enjoyed having a week off -- accomplishing much and feeling pretty good. Knowing that after three upcoming weeks of hell, there will be a respite will make those three weeks a bit more tolerable, I think.

I hope.