Hair everywhere...except on my head!

Prior to my first chemo they told me that I would start losing my hair between 17-21 days after the first treatment. They also advised that when it started to come out, just go ahead and shave it off. I thought that was strange but who was I to disagree??

Sunday morning, September 9, I woke up and my head was sore...like the kind of sore you get from a pony tail too tight or from wearing a tight hat. I brushed my hair, felt my head...no hair loss, just soreness. As the day progressed the soreness increased and when I woke up from a nap that afternoon, I noticed hair loss on my pillow. From that point on, my hair was coming out in clumps. It tickled, it itched, it hurt...it was a royal pain in the butt! I know....lets just buzz it off.

Well, you know Murphy's law? Sunday...not one hair place open so we were going to have to buzz it ourselves. Where are the clippers? Hmmm, Frank has them. Find the scissors. Ok, so there I stand in front of the mirror with a pair of scissors just cutting at my head. It looks horrible but it feels so good. As I cut, the soreness in my head magically disappears. My husband uses his nose hair trimmers to even it up as best he can.


The loss of my hair was the most fun we had experienced in weeks. We laughed, we cried...it was so cleansing.

For the first couple of days I tried all types of head coverings but nothing was comfortable and it was so obvious that I was wearing the head coverings to hide my baldness. I was in the bathroom, looking in the mirror and it suddenly dawned on me. I was going to make myself uncomfortable trying to hide something that everyone KNEW existed. Forget this....comfort is all I have right now, look out world...here I come...BALD. From that point on, the only time I wore anything on my head was IF there was a draft blowing over my head.

I was ET's sister, big eyes, bald and concave chest!