I am so tired of being bald and so eager to see what little hair is growing in get longer.
When I'm not studying it in the mirror, I imagine my hair's growth being blatantly obvious. When I do look in the mirror, I'm surprised how little there is and how it hasn't grown as quickly as I would like.
This morning I asked my husband to tell me what color he thinks it is. He acknowledges that it's growing, but sidestepped the issue of color. "It's fuzz," he says.
I think it's mostly gray.
I think it's mostly gray.
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I have a cold that has kept me from work all week. Having a cold while on chemo is different in a few respects. I've been coughing a lot and have developed a wheeze, which I've never had before. When I lay on my back, each intake of breath includes a noise a little like two trees in the forest rubbing against each other. Yesterday I couldn't get it to stop and it gave me the creeps.
Being hairless includes no nose hairs. While I won't go into details, I will say that having a runny nose is different without nose hairs.
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