Janet's Blog

I have noticed a strange phenomenon of late. I'm not sure it's more than my imagination, but I seem to have five o'clock shadow on my head.

I have not gone all cue-ball from any of my treatments and have in fact been periodically shaving my head. I have not had enough hair since February to look like anything other than an unfortunate nuclear reactor meltdown victim (or perhaps a moldy cantaloupe) and removing the fuzz has been the best way to deal with it. This time it seems different, though. I think there's more hair since switching chemotherapies. Maybe my follicles have as much vim and vigor as I do (I have so much decadron-induced vim that I'm posting to my blog in the stupid wee hours of the morning). The shadow on my head is very fine and soft, and there may not be an actual full head's worth of hair, but maybe I'll get enough to do a comb-over.

This evening Brian checked my nostrils with a penlight (I was complaining about my lack of nose hair as I reached for some yarn in a bag on the floor--my nose totally dripped on my hand) and commented that there seem to be some short ones in there. Maybe they're new, too. What I thought was my last strand of eyebrow gave up the ghost two weeks ago, but the other day I realized there are about eight more little hairs to take its place.

My wigs are very pretty and mostly convincing (the only one I'm skeptical of is the blonde one, but people who don't know me well are always raving about my "highlights" and don't notice anything amiss), but it does get tiresome to wear them. The convenience does not entirely negate the itchiness, heat, and worry that a vigorous sneeze could dislodge something at the most inopportune moment. Mousy fuzz of indeterminate color would be a welcome change.

Labels: baldness, Brian, chemo, Decadron, eyebrows, hair, wigs

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