Posted by wendy on 2011/05/04
Tomorrow is Chemo #8! I can’t believe it’s my very last chemo. There is a surreal haze surrounding me this week. The final chemo, and then next week, I leave for 2 glorious weeks in England with M and I keep thinking…”Really? REALLY? That’s madness, because I cannot be finished and I am certainly not well enough to travel!”. And, yet…there you go. Done and leaving.
In the realm of “Are you kidding me?”–I am lamenting the very recent loss of my eyebrows and eyelashes. (they’re not entirely gone–there’s just enough left of each to look really, really stupid. grrr.) I’m a bit disappointed this didn’t happen earlier, because I was kind of thinking that the end of chemo meant this would all start growing back (and it IS growing back on my head–I have a very fine layer of down covering my head at the moment), and I was so relieved that I, at least, kept my eyebrows. Ah, well. There goes my ability to look surprised or super angry. Unless I draw it in, and if I do that, I’ll have to decide on a mood and keep it all day–and where’s the fun in that? Maybe I need to invest in some stick-on eyebrows so I can switch it up as my mood changes.
I’m bald. I have half of an eyebrow over each eye. Most of my eyelashes are gone. But, I have to shave my legs every. single.day. There has to be someone I can complain to about this, because I am so planning to give all these damn lemons back: