It has been a while since I have written but no news is good news, right? :) A week after the first treatment, I felt completely back to normal--no hunger or headaches. My energy has been back as well as the belly I lost. I have been busy Xmas shopping, cooking, cleaning, and spending time with the kids. After getting accustomed to a full week of both moms cooking and cleaning for us day and night, we were rudely awakened with the return of "normal life" and having to clean up after ourselves. It was hard to admit that we really didn't need the extra help anymore (although there were times of weakness when we still called on Elt's mom to help us clean, haha).
Liam just turned 1 over the past week. Even though he's 1, he's still a baby in my eyes because he can't physically do a lot of things that Aidan could do at his age. Liam just started crawling on all fours a day before his birthday so he's finally getting around the house more without his walker. He's actually just discovered the fun of opening/closing doors, although he's trapped himself in the bathroom a couple of times. It's like a new world opened up to him since he couldn't really get into things as much in his walker.
On Friday, my hair finally started falling out. I don't know what it is with Fridays but that was the same day I was told about the cancer as well as the day I get my chemo treatments. I think I have probably lost about a 1/3 of my hair so far but it's only slightly noticeable. If I run my fingers through my hair, I can get quite a bit come out. Kinda like after having childbirth when your hair starts coming out again except it's continuous throughout the day, not just after a shower. My plan was to shave my head when it started falling out because it takes less than a week to be bald, but it's definitely easier said than done. You can't help thinking a)Maybe it won't all come out, and b)It doesn't look that bad yet. I know I have to do it before Friday because I have chemo and I don't want to deal with my hair while not feeling well but I will put it off for as long as I can. I guess it'll be the first visible sign of being a cancer patient and nobody wants to walk around with that tatooed on their forehead. Whenever it does happen, I will promise that I will not be one of those old guys with like 4 strands of hair combed over from ear to ear and have it flap wildly around in the wind. Somebody better arrange an intervention if that happens!
J
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