I am going to use 2 words that certainly will not appear to go together.Chemotherapy and Humor.Why? Because I found out very quickly that you had to have one to survive the other. If you can manage to keep a little sense of humor a big part of the Chemotherapy experience will be a lot easier to take.
Hair, yes, hair! Everyday of my life I woke up, looked in the mirror and gave no thought to what I would look like without my hair. I was a 70’s child. You know the kid, blue jeans with holes in the knees, t-shirt, sneakers and a head full (and I do mean full) of hair. It was beautiful. Long, blond and curly.
What was I going to do now ?
Wednesday, July 5th, 2006