Thursday, August 20, 2009 1:31 PM, EDT
Today is officially no more hats and scarves day! There is enough fuzz on my head to give the illusion that it is not as big as a bowling ball, enough that Casey isn't traumatized at the thought of me picking him up from school au natural, and it is too hot and humid for headgear. So there it is. It is comical getting the double takes today; those that are comfortable respond with a "Hey! No more scarves!" and those that are not comfortable blurt out some uncomfortable "Hi...How are you?!" when I've already passed them three times in the building today. Amazing what a head of hair means to women. Don't get me wrong, I'll be thrilled when I can more liberally choose my hair color and have enough hair for a funkier do, but am definately not looking for the return of long flowing hair, short hair has its perks!! And anything beats having to find headwear that matches the outfit when you are running late in the morning...
I am still on my radiation hiatus, trying to heal up for at most 11 more rounds I think. My Rads MD is going to change the way that they are hitting me with the beams in the hopes of keeping my skin in tact - we'll see.
I saw a cool bumper sticker today, on a little granola subaru with "save the earth type" stickers on it, driving through Clifton where I work [Clifton has many granola residents!]. It said "The definition of Life is to Live It". It made me smile.
Have a good weekend - support the Irish Jugs!
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Tuesday, September 1, 2009 8:53 AM, EDT
In theory, I will be done with radiation next Thursday. I finish regular treatments this week, and then three final "boosts" next week. After that, it's back to consults and healing time, back on Tamoxifen, and wait to repeat scans probably in December to be sure "all is clear". At least I'll be done with treatments by the Komen Race, makes it a nice milestone marker! I'm looking forward to not going to the MD everyday, maybe someday a day will even go by where I don't have something about cancer running around in my head...
Just came back from a training in Atlanta for work, and I must say, people down there are much more progressive about the hair thing! I Nigerian man in the hotel said to me "Love your haircut" while walking past, and a waiter at the Hard Rock with dreadlocks longer than my eighties hair came up to me and said "your hair rocks!". I'll have to study up on ethnocentric issues in urban areas because clearly there is something cool about a tall white chick with shaved down hair...it was definately a refreshing approach!
Have a good week, I'll check in soon!
Wednesday, September 9, 2009 11:47 AM, EDT
One more treatment! Tomorrow is my last radiation...so hopefully what it takes to cure cancer is 10 months of mindbending stress, 6 months of chemo, surgery, 10 weeks of radiation, no hair for 7 months, 9 months of voodoo [thanks Cynthia!], mysterious rashes, medical claims that I just stopped counting, weekly/daily/monthly all the time MD appontments, crying on the sofa watching Greys Anatomy and laughing on the sofa watching Operation Repo [among other fine selections of crap TV], and too many prayers, well wishes, mojo pushes, favors, babysitting emergencies, tolerant bosses, hugs, jokes, really bad cancer jokes, house cleanings, dinners, desserts, cocktails, drugs...[wooops - that was starting to seem really bad!] to count. Thanks to all who have followed along and contributed to the madness that is life with cancer. We made it to the end of treatment!
We'll celebrate at the Komen walk! Take care all - see you soon!
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