Today is another beautiful day here in northern California. Sunny, clear skies as the fog has retreated back to the coast for the bulk of the day. But as the afternoon hours press on, the sun is beginning to fade and I can feel just a wee bit of a chill in the air. Our flowerbeds are still in glorious bloom, but change is coming.
And, change is coming for me as well. Chemo is clearly working, as exactly sixteen days after round one, my hair is beginning to fall. No biggie, it’s only temporary. It’s rather odd to have so much hair sitting in my hand, but I’ve been fully prepared. Waiting, almost. Wondering which would be the last day I’d feel like me when I’m out in public. If tomorrow might be the day I’ll feel like an imposter when I wear my newly purchased wig, or possibly a scarf instead.
I’ve spent the better part of the day wondering if I should just get those clippers and deputize my husband, allowing him to take charge and buzz it all off for me. But…it’s only dropping in strands. Small groupings of 10 to 15 strands in a pass. But it’s just a matter of days, or maybe hours, before those small groupings become small clumps…and I sure don’t want to be in line at the grocery store missing a massive clump of hair I’ve no idea has fallen off, leaving a bald spot back there that only the customer behind me can see. AWKWARD. What to do? Buzz now or buzz later? One more day of feeling like me or one less day of hanging on to something that is clearly departing, no matter my wishes for an extended stay.
It’s not the loss of hair…it’s the loss of incognito. No flying under the radar this time around. And, of course I knew that…which is why I figured I wanted all of you to hear it from me this time, not from the scuttlebutt on the street. Because, well, you know…it’s like that telephone game. Most people really do mean well, but somehow the facts just get lost in the translation from ear to ear…and by the time they get back to me, I’m already on death’s door. Don’t ya just hate that?
With each new transition from one season to the next, change is inherent. Much of it is predictable, like the drop in temperatures, the shifting skies, the gathering of winter clouds.
Some changes are almost imperceptible, they are so slow to happen. The subtle change of the leaves on the trees, the lower cast of the sun each day as earth quietly shifts its axis rotation.
With each strand of hair that falls from my head, I wonder if maybe it will grow back next time a wonderful new color…you know, like in those Clairol hair ads. Rich, lustrous locks befitting a woman of my age. No white or gray, but something along the lines of…maybe Joan Rivers blonde. She looked wonderful for her age (just a few decades older than myself)…and although I understand that was the work of many talented surgeons and hair stylists, hey…it’s not too much to ask for, is it? Or, how about Melissa Gilbert? Have you seen her lately? Gorgeous red hair. We’ve got redheads in our family…it’s not a stretch. Maybe chemo will give me hair just like hers. I could throw everyone for a loop: “I know, right? Ya, the chemo did it!”
Chemo is working…my hair is falling out. That’s the GOOD news! The bad news? Well, I’m hard pressed to find any, unless hubby shaves a Mohawk on my head. Don’t laugh. Could happen. He’s never wielded clippers before in his life.
Here’s to YOU, Joan. R.I.P.
Life goes by fast.
It’s all funny.
You write so beautifully, Anne.
Thank you, Diane! I have enjoyed your writing too..and following along on your memoir journey. I hope you’re making great progress and will look forward to reading it one day! And those fb posts about Cheyenne crack me up…oh my goodness! She’s a little rascal, so its a good thing she’s so darned cute and loveable 🙂 Keep on writing…look forward to reading more!
You have a gift — you write so beautifully! I am following your posts with awe — you are courageous, beautiful and strong. I will be following you and making the journey with you. You are in my heart and on my mind.
All the best,
Thank you so much, Diane, for your lovely comments. This is a challenge I’d never have seen coming in a million years…but, with that said, I feel strongly that attitude plays a major role in overall well-being. So, I will continue to motor forward each and every day with every bit of strength I’ve got. I’ve had plenty of people in my life who’ve set the bar high for me…dealing with their own health challenges with incredible grace, dignity and humor. They are all my inspiration and I think of them plenty as I navigate this journey. Hope all is well with you and Rick! How’s the house coming along in Sarasota?? Sending hugs your way. xo