I have written a lot about my hair during this ordeal, a topic on which some of you have mocked me as being a bit vain.
I can accept that. And now that my hair has grown back (albeit until next week and then again back for good in April), I can safely vouch for the magical powers of chemotherapy in hair restoration.
But there is something about my hair regrowth that is frightening me and maybe even you if you have looked closely–I now have hair growing out of my nose and ears at a pace that is making me look like an 80-year-old, gold-chain wearing, shuffleboard playing grandfather named Maury living in Miami Beach circa 1984. Or even worse, will I look like that ubiquitous guy on the ski lift who you can’t stop staring at because of the frozen block of snow and boogers hanging off his nose hair?
I am happy that chemotherapy has saved my life, but I am now left to worry about the long term side effects of “Nair”-ing my nose and ears for the rest of my days. Yuck.