Down the Drain

I'm getting ready for my visit with the Oncologist and second chemo treatment tomorrow, with another list of questions for the Doc and another great friend lined up for driving and company (yay Carol!)

I started to find hair falling out last night and this morning had quite a surreal shower experience as handful after handful of hair got caught in my fingers. I was wondering if I would ever get out of the shower, because I really didn't want to be covered with hair, but it just wasn't letting up for the longest time. Well, finally the pace slowed down, I got myself dried off, the mirror defogged and I surveyed the damage. Not too bad. It's looking a little thin, but not patchy or mangey looking, so the clippers will stay in the closet for at least one more day. Most of the hair that's left seems inclined to stay rooted. I don't know if that means I have a reprieve of a day or a week before becoming bald, but I'll take it. I like that I get to ease into this rather than having it ALL fall out at once.

Thanks for the birthday wishes and all the great hats. I certainly won't be forgetting this birthday anytime soon!