I was sad and teary again this morning as I brushed my hair. No matter how still I try lie in bed, I wake with a matted bunch which I then have to brush out. The worst part is that the hair stays in the brush. Plenty is still coming out. I wish it would stop and I’ll only have more crap in my system from today.
I sucked it up and drove to the oncology centre. As I sat down, a girl recognised me from a once-off meeting months ago. I didn’t recognise her with her black Cleopatra-style wig. She used to have thick, waist-length light brown hair. We spoke about the hair issue and our experiences of it. Breast cancer is harsher on hair loss & I would be grateful if I wasn’t so busy panicking.
We also spoke about “chemo brain”. I’m so relieved it’s not just in my own head! Life is interesting the way it provides answers and support. Chemo pal K & I will keep in contact for mutual support.
It’s my gran’s birthday today and we had a family meal together. My stomach cramped throughout supper and for the rest of the night. At least I’m not vomiting, I suppose.