Day six after last chemo infusion and starting to feel almost human. This week took a little longer to come around, not sure why, but every day gets better so hopefully after the weekend I will feel semi normal. The good news is my doctor and nurse worked with me on the nausea, so I was able to keep that at bay for the most part. It reared it’s ugly head a few times, but nothing compared to the first round of chemo surface apps.
But the big thing everyone – including my medical team – warned me about this second week of chemo was…drumroll…the hair fallout.
My badasses who have done this before me told me their’s fell out on this day or that day, or they are still bald and don’t know when or if, they will ever get hair again netflix auf den mac herunterladen. Everyone feels a little like their own personal Chia Pet. Hmmmm, I see a market there for Breast Cancer Awareness Month, but I digress.
So the first thing thing they all told me was “get a good wig.” Now if you know you me at all, I am probably the last person you’d ever think of when it comes to wigs. I don’t reinvent myself. I don’t really ever get a “new” haircut and I’m barely even the blowdrying type. So navigating the land of wigs is not something I’d ever think I’d be a part of outlook kopfzeilen herunterladen. Until I was forced into it.
Sure, I could go around bald. Or I could wear just hats with no hair. Or I could just stick a neon sign on my head that says “please stare at me, I have breast cancer.”
So I started looking into the wigs. What I didn’t know was there is an entire industry for people who are the exact opposite of me. A lot of wigs and styles and cuts and colors and people voluntarily buying them and using them to change their styles sunny explorer downloaden. And these wigs are not like your grandmother’s circa 1978. Some of them you can’t even tell are wigs.
I finally found a place in NYC that is a regular hair salon but one that also sells and styles wigs. It’s called “The Hair Place” and the owner, Andrew also volunteers with the American Cancer Society and helps people who can’t afford wigs get free ones and then helps style them to the client’s liking gratis ps4 spiele herunterladen. He is definitely someone I wanted to support so I went to his salon.
Seated in a private back area he went over all the options, while BJ and my friend Leslie watched as each one went on, giving me their honest opinion of whether someone else’s hair on my head actually “looked like me.” After about an hour, we found one that was as close to my natural hair as possible, minus the stray grays and dead ends since I was way overdue for a cut.
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Once we decided on the right wig, we then naturally had to play around with some of the other ones. Here’s what we would all look like with lengths, shades and colors different than our own now.
After we took up way too much of Andrew’s time playing around, and after the sticker shock of what a “real hair” wig costs, I left with a receipt, instructions for insurance to cover some of the “cranial prosthesis” (what they call it) and a little bit of a heavy heart knowing I’d have to stick this thing to my head for the better half of 6-7 months in the near future herunterladen.
The second thing my badasses told me about my hair was to “shave it” and not to wait until it comes out in clumps in the shower or on my pillowcase or in my hand because basically if this was an episode of Family Feud, the word “traumatic” would be what the top 100 people surveyed would use to describe that happening. So, I figured I’d listen to them. Also, shaving my head was something my inner ten year old tomboy could get behind. Back in the day, I’d envy my grammar school boy friends who would get their “butch” cuts in the summer while I painstakingly grasped like a crazy person at stray hairs stuck to my face by the summer heat and dirt stained sweat theme park for free german.
So I booked my hair shaving/wig fitting appointment for the day before my second chemo infusion, knowing it would fall out soon after that. Andrew made it painless and almost fun, even though the weight of what we were doing wasn’t lost on anyone. When it was all shaved, I ran my hands through my stubble like I used to do to those boys when they’d get their fresh cuts. Somehow it wasn’t the same, but I guess it beat the alternative and I’m grateful I have something that makes me look like me herunterladen.
As of right now my hair hasn’t completely fallen out but I know it will. But I also know that when it does, I’ll be ready for it and won’t have to wig out.
Hi Deb,
I continue to pray for you each and everyday that you’re able to handle all of this and it seems, that so far, you are. You are so lucky to have your “badasses” with you for each and every step of the way but I know you know that already. Just remember that this disease was given to you for a reason, a reason we don’t understand right now and perhaps never will, but just from reading your blogs, I want to make a guess and say that perhaps it’s so that others will gain strength from you and your words and your thoughts. At times we take so much for granted, we don’t appreciate what we have at the moment and we just assume that there will always be a tomorrow! Bruce and myself made friends with a wonderful young mother a few years ago who was actually our favorite bartender at The Northworks. We saw her every Saturday night after Mass and one evening she told us that she had been diagnosed, again, with cancer, but this time it was in her rectum. She NEVER, EVER gave up and her smile, humor and wit made all of us feel much better. Her prognosis was not good from the beginning, her cancer being a very rare form and there was no standard protocol for treatment, all experimental. However, she trudged on even when things got tough and I will never forget her telling us that, “She’d do anything, try any treatment because of her two children and her husband.” I often drove her to her radiation treatments at UMass when she wasn’t able to drive any longer and even then, she was concerned about everyone else. She too lost her hair, for the second time and when she came in with her wig, we all told her to get rid of it if it made her uncomfortable. She often said she hated wearing it because it made her head itch and sweat. LOL She decided to wear it since it cost so much and as she said, “Made her look younger!” To this day, she is an inspiration to everyone who had the honor of knowing her and being with her. She made us all realize how fortunate we all were and to embrace life with every ounce of strength we could. I believe it’s why GOD had us meet one another, she became an important part of this family. We’re all better persons because of her. So you see, even though it’s painful and agonizing, your purpose is to share your journey with everyone and to give people hope and a reason to enjoy life, to enjoy what they have and to be thankful and not wish for what others have. I love reading your blogs, I love you and I will continue to remember all of the wonderful times we shared at Fanning. Hang in there Deb and know that you are not alone and that you will beat this and come out even stronger!
Thank you so much for this, Mrs. T. You were always an amazing teacher in high school and clearly still have that gift. I appreciate all of this, and you. xoxo Deb
no words >>>>just sending all my love and hugs from Maine
Thank you, Penny. xoxo
Love that u can find the humor,and share it with us. Hopefully u give strength to others who are reading your blog. You three were the female version of Moe,Larry and Curly. LOL Love u my “badass” daughter. So looking forward to the “I cured cancer party ”
Love MOM ❤
Thanks, Mom. And if we have an “I Cured Cancer” party it will for sure be a big one. How about we do the “We beat cancer” one next spring? 🙂
Okay…. This might be wildly inappropriate (when have I ever held back) so here it goes: I f—–g LOVE wigs! You girls look totally hot & badass w your long hair & im jealous I wasn’t wig shopping w you! You offended yet??? No? Okay…. Love ya, babes!!!!! Great read…. Keep ’em coming!
Ok then forget our lobster-fest party, let’s go wig shopping! And if you ever become appropriate we’re no longer friends. 🙂 xoxo
You inspire people. You are helping others more than you will know. So glad you are surrounded by so many that can help and support you. Keep up the good fight. PS I loved the long hair on you. Love Carolyn
Thanks, Carolyn. My wish is no one else has to go through this, but since that seems impossible, maybe it will help someone down the line. xoxo
Although I haven’t seen you in some time, of this I’m certain…your hair is the LAST thing that comes to mind when I think of you. I’d have to say your personality, sense of humor, & wit would be first, followed by that contagious smile, paired with those beautiful eyes ~ that if I had to guess would only be more noticeable without the hair now. You will get through this…like you said one day at a time…Love ya Deb 💕
Thanks, Erin. This means a lot and when all is said and done, we need to find a time to get together. xoxo
I actually liked the one you wore in the photo! It’s good that you all played dress up, it’s like smelling the roses along your journey. It’s true about how great the wigs are now.
I asked a woman I met shortly after we moved to NY, where she gets her hair done because I liked her hairstyle. I was thinking that I would start going there myself. She confided in me that her hair was, in fact, very thin so she wears a wig! They have advanced since the seventies, as you said.
I’m glad you took control and pulled a G.I. Jane with your dome. Kirstie Allie was bald in one of the earlier Star Trek movies too, I believe. She looked good. Sinead O’Conner rocked it as well. (Pun intended.)
I wonder if Google or YouTube would demonstrate scarf wrapping techniques? One of my massage instructors didn’t have hair for some reason, and she always wore pretty scarves wrapped in such a way that after a while, I thought of it as her hair… There’s an attitude of owning a look I think.
And remember, sometimes people might stare but they may be silently wishing you well. 😇
Good point on the stares…as for the scarves, I may be even less of a scarf person than a wig person. Honestly I’m the worst one to try to cover my head with anything other than a baseball hat. #notright
Deb, who ever thought the cute little girl I baby sat for would become “my hero”. You are such an inspiration to us all. You really make us proud. You definitely have grown from the cutest little girl into the “greatest badass”!
🙂 Thank you, Kathy. xoxo
Hi Deb
Hang in there. Your postings are great and I think a good indication of your strength and positive outlook. I look forward to reading them. We are sending you lots healing energy and are looking forward to a big family get together when this trial is over. Love you lots.
Thanks, Trish, and yes for sure on that party! xoxo
love the wig pic!
your posts kinda break my heart a little bit. how I wish you didn’t have to go through this. stupid fucking cancer.
keep kicking it hard. xo
Thanks, Liz. Your post just made me laugh. Total SFC! Feeling human this week, which is enjoyable. xoxo
so happy to hear you are feeling human! yay! 🙂
Hi Deb,
This is a great blog! I know we’ve never met, and I truly hope that I have the pleasure some day. All I know is that having someone like BJ by your side to keep things in perspective, for love and support, to keep you laughing when you need to laugh and to cry with when you need to cry, is a treasure. I love the photo of the long hair wigs…white girls should change up their hair styles every week or two too!! (that’s what I tell all of my black friends when I get jealous of their new hairdos all the time, lol) I wish you all the strength and power you can muster up and I look forward to reading the rest of your blogs. Not only are you helping yourself by blogging, but undoubtedly a whole lot of others as well.
Johanna
Thanks, Johanna. I know, we do need to meet. Yes, BJ makes this whole process a lot easier. Comic relief when you need it for sure. Seriously, I had no idea this of this wig industry. It’s a gold mine. xoxo
You looked hot in the pic! Although clearly not really your style! You still looked great! And….btw…I love that you took control over this. You have to relinquish control on something things through this process…nice to see you decide when to lose your hair on your terms…and how to do it. And I agree with Liz… SFC!
Thanks, Jyl! There’s probably 10% you can control with this SFC, and I’ll take every chance I can to get in its way. #mybattlemyterms
Hi Deb, thinking about you all the time. Always in my prayers that you and all my other friends dealing with Chemo and radiation get better soon. Your blogs should be published. Keep strong.
Love, Danielle
Thank you, Danielle. Feel free to share with your friends and family. It’s important they know to get screened every year. Sorry to hear of your other friends going through this. xoxo