That this is the last round has not spared me the usual feeling of dread in anticipation of being sick. Even when it's the last time I expect to be chemo-sick, it still sucks.
I'm adapting to the buzz cut. I really don't care for it. I associate this kind of haircut with political statements about feminism, and cancer is no political statement. But I am appreciating the convenience. My hair doesn't get mussed when I sleep or wear a hat. It dries very quickly. There is no bad hair day - it looks exactly the same every day.
So there's that.
1 comments:
celebrating your accomplishment of the final treatment for the ugliest word known to man and woman. Blessings to you and the four men in your life Susan..for here on out may you have clear sailing...
I kinda like the hair but we can all do without making a statement...or think of ways we might enjoy more to make the statement.We will miss you tomorrow at mom's bible study but are glad that you have something else most pressing to do!!
Post a Comment