My first chemo cycle commences tomorrow. The countdown will thus commence until the day my hair follicles decide to head for the hills.
Never one to contemplate an idea for too long lest the opposing view gains traction I booked in for a "pre-chemo chop" with my beautiful hairdresser Rachel.
I thought chopping my hair off was a way to inoculate myself and the KATs from the shock of losing my hair completely. I hate to say it but I'm no longer convinced of the wisdom of this approach....poor Middle KAT was completely devastated when she saw my pixie cut!!!
I feel okay when I look in the mirror but it's like looking at someone else. I cried when Rachel started. I cried during the cut. I cried when I left the salon and I've cried along with Middle KAT as she cried big heaving sobs. I asked her to tell me what words came into her head to describe how she's feeling:
Scared
Worried
Frightened
What to say to allay those horrible feelings? Well, when you're me you go for an analogy....next post I will share it with you:)
It will be all good. I just wish it was all good now! If I had to express how I'm feeling right now it would also be:
Scared
Worried
Frightened
Great minds think alike:)
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Hello lovely, I've just popped over and have just read your news. I had no idea! So sorry. You look fabulous! Thinking of you. XXX
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