Hair, Hair, Everywhere ...

No, it's not a mug shot -- just an updated photo of what I look like these days.

I feel like a shedding dog tonight. It reminds me of when I was pregnant with Andrew many years ago. There was a young couple who lived across from us in the apartment complex, and she was also pregnant. We would hang out sometimes in the afternoons, and they had a small white dog that shed everywhere. I would go home covered in white dog hairs, ready to get away from the dog and change my clothes as quickly as possible.

Now, there's really no escape from it. Hair covers my pillow, my gown, my shirt. I scratch my head, and out comes a clump of hair. I pull the phone away from my ear, and there's another clump. I stack them on the arm of my chair, and Don comes by once in a while and discreetly removes the pile of hair.

It's really thin now, especially on top, so much so that I will have to cover it in public. Ugh! I want to have a t-shirt made that says: "Yes, I have tumors on my head, but they don't do tricks. So PLEASE STOP STARING!!!" Don't people teach their children not to stare any more? But actually, it's not usually kids doing it -- it's adults. And their looks range from horror to pity. Either way, it makes me feel like a freak show.

Here's a funny story from the last time I lost my hair. I might have told it on an earlier blog, but it bears repeating: Zach, our youngest son, watched the whole process of me losing my hair/regrowing my hair with great interest, celebrating each gain with me. One day we were sitting together, and he suddenly became very happy. "Mom," he said excitedly. "Mom! Your mustache is back!"

In the grand scheme of things, I guess hair is the least of my worries. It grew back in quickly when the chemo ended last time. But I think I'd rather be bald than shedding! LOL!

:-) Sharon