My chemo 'do

Further preparations for the impending hair loss underway.  Today, I went for my chemo haircut.  You'll understand what I mean in a jiff.

Here's a picture of me from yesterday:



Before

And here is a picture of me from today:

After

 

 

What's the difference?  My oh-so-chic scarf, you say?  Well, yes, but more to the point at hand...less hair to clean from the shower drain in a few weeks.  Henceforth, this coif shall be known as my chemo 'do.  I am nothing if not practical. 

 

For those of you particularly perceptive folks...did you notice the small horizontal scar on my upper left chest in the before picture?  This is the incision point for the port an interventional radiologist (didn't even know there was such a person before now) inserted to facilitate the chemo infusion.  There's a little titanium snap just under the surface of my skin that leads to tubing that arches into my subclavian vein (did I get that right, you doctors and nurses out there?). 

 

When I get chemotherapy, the nurse hooks a matching little snap doodad into the snap under my skin -- there's only a slight prick, like getting an inoculation -- and that exterior snap is connected to the tubing leading to the bags of medicine and saline that drip into me.  TMI?  Sorry...no...no I am not.