This morning I blew my nose and hair fell off my head. That is so annoying. My hair thins more and more each day. Yet, it’s not quite so bad where I have a bald spot yet, forcing my hand to shave it all off. This in between stage is the pits, but maybe when I’m bald I’ll be singing another tune. For now, I shed more than my cat!
On a bright note, the doctor said four more cycles (or months) should likely do the trick for kicking the cancer’s ass. Of course, we still have to battle the ever retarded Blue Shield and get my PET/CT scans approved for next week. That way, she can check the progress to confirm her guestimate.
I also got a slew of errands done today in preparation for the next couple days of staring at the wall time. I’ve actually been waiting for the nausea and metal spoon taste to set in today, but it’s nearly 8pm and it hasn’t hit me yet. It usually hits by late afternoon but maybe I lucked out today.
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