My hair started falling out significantly on Wednesday. At first I wondered if I could postpone shaving my hair because, let's face it, I would much rather have hair than not. But on Thursday my hair was practically jumping off my head. I had to keep brushing it off my shoulders. Yuck.
At one point yesterday I sat on a bench in a pretty garden area at Duke, ran my fingers gently through my hair, and let tufts of hair float away on the breeze... too bad it is not springtime so the birdies could use my hair in their nests. Right after chemo, I went to the place where Lou gets his hair cut and got my head shaved. The lady was sort of traumatized. She said she had been a hairdresser for seven years and this was the first time she had to do this. So I had to console her ;^)
Yesterday's treatment went really well. My platelet count is back up so they let me have chemo. It's Sarcoma Week at Duke, so I got a bunch of freebies: tote bag, binder full of helpful info, a cool rubber bracelet, and a happy Caribbean cruise style hat. In the treatment room, I had a tag team of nurses, Annette and Karen, who were funny and entertaining. I got out of there at about 2:30.
Today I feel totally fine.
I wonder if I feel so good because Amelia (a Healing Touch student) did energy work on me on Wednesday evening, which was wicked cool.