Woke up today feeling much, much better. The neutropenia probably hit its nadir yesterday, and it was a pretty grueling day. While the nastier side effects of this last cycle were milder than the first, this treatment is more immunosuppressive, and yesterday it felt like I had cement coarsing through my veins. Getting off the couch had to be done in stages: the sit up, the feet to the floor, the stagger to wherever (repeat, return to couch). It wasn’t much fun.
After I got out of the shower last night I opened the drawer where I keep my brush, hoping to comb my hair. Then I looked in the mirror only to see a lollipop-less Kojak staring back at me.
I know I’ll get my hair back along with my health, but I do miss my mane. I’ve noticed that I must have had a habit to run my hand through my hair, because I periodically do that now, and all that happens is I irritate my scalp.
Maybe for now I’ll wear this Donald Trump weave to protect my dome…