Shaggy-Do

Even with my new short cut, I started shedding quite a bit this week so decided a proactive haircut was needed. I started with a lovely pompadour/mohawk look, and I must say I rocked it (though the photo does not do it justice). I've decided that after I get through treatment I'm going to have a mid-life crisis during which I sport age-inappropriate hair-dos. Shocking purple, spikes... that sort of thing. Nothing like a spot of cancer to instigate a "I don't give a rat's a** what anybody else thinks I look like" attitude! Let's see if I can still manage that frame of mind when I'm completely bald... ;)

I've heard that sometimes family members will also shave their heads in solidarity. Since "shorn" is John's typical look, he's decided to go the opposite direction; he's not cutting his hair until mine starts to grow back. I'm not certain I'll be able to survive that -- I already think he looks like a shaggy hippie.

My dad and step-mom have been here all week which has been fun though I've been somewhat hampered by throwing my back out. I had visions of hiking all over Sonoma County with them and getting my strength back before my next chemo treatment (tomorrow), but mostly we've done short little jaunts. They stayed in their Airstream on our land (they got to stay on the land even before we did, dagnabbit!), and they have had everything they need thanks to the ongoing kindness of our new neighbors, especially Bill & Cheryl, and Steve & Carrie, who let them hook up to both water and power. What a luxe life!

I made it through round 1 of chemo with flying colors and even my oncologist was impressed with how limited the symptoms were and how quickly I was able to rebound, so I'm crossing my fingers and toes that round 2 goes just as smoothly. Onward!