Hair today, gone tomorrow...

On our way to the second chemo treatment last Monday I ran my hand through my newly cut short hair (thank you for recommending that, Maria!) and out came a small clump of hairs. Oh dear, I said, this can't be a good sign for keeping the hair.

It doesn't hurt when it comes out and that is actually odd since usually it would. I wondered if this was going to happen when after the first treatment my head got really hot and felt a little blistery. Go to it, Piranhas, I say. Take all the hair you want- just take the tumor with it when you go!

Dad took a picture later that Monday afternoon and thank goodness he did because on Tuesday a lot was left behind in the shower. On Wednesday Jan and I pulled much of it out that morning becuase it was everywhere I didn't want it to be: my hands, my shoulders, the tub. Oh, the tub. Through the early part of the weekend I thought I looked like Lidia from "Lidia's Italian Kitchen" on PBS but that is not the case this week as I am down to a smattering of hairs.

And I'm not quite ready to give up on them yet. Having had hair my whole life, taking a couple days to get used to having none is just fine. I have begun to understand why fellows with the single long hairs choose to hang on to them with dear life: once they're gone, they're gone.

When I am ready to remove what little remains I am going to take my friend Tom up on his offer to shave me 'ead right clean outside on their beautiful new deck in St. Louis Park. He's promised not to employ the "FlowBee" but just the regular trimmers he uses himself. We'll keep you posted with photos... if I can get that figured out.