On this, the verge of my 48th Birthday, I thought it was about time to post an update
So, May 2012, when Andy took the razor in hand, per Rex's request, and gave me a Mohawk as my hair was failing out in clumps by now. As Rex said, "when are you ever going to want to do a Mohawk again?" Ruby did not like it, it "freaks me out!"
I think I rocked it! It wasn't for long, as within a week it was all gone.
Well, that was TWO years ago! and today I now have a full head of hair and it looks pretty cute! Thank you Kim and Matt!
It is amazing how important HAIR becomes through this whole process. I like my hair for the first time since I lost it, but I still don't feel like me and hate pictures of myself because I don't look like I did! Gaga had it right with her song about hair.
Sorry, this process doesn't end with treatments for us survivors.
Your hair is never the same, my eyelashes still aren't the same, and this 10 extra pounds I am carrying around from being in early menopause and taking Tamoxifen is an eye opener and not a good one. I know, you try to be positive and remind yourself you are alive, but why does it have to be with thin hair, no eyelashes, and extra poundage? Oh, and let me not forget the hot flashes, problems sleeping, and no sex drive. They say "emotional changes" are an issue too, but being the good Psychiatric Nurse Practitioner I am, I got myself on medication for that before everyone around me left.
So, its a busy week at work.......
but we'll all get through and I have an awesome weekend planned with my husband to celebrate my 48th Bday and being alive. We are headed to NYC for weekend for a Tri FecTa, 3 broadway shows in 2 days;
So, that's it, my hair is growing, I am alive, and I am still having a ball!
