The bald head cometh

 It's that time.  I'm sporting my new look of headwear.  Earlier this week, little tufts of hair started coming out when I gently tugged on them, a now familiar harbinger of what's to come.  That afternoon, I had Paul give me a very short buzz cut, and I pulled out my old hats and caps and cut the tags from some new ones I'd bought.  The rest of the really short bits of hair are starting to fall out now.  I'll be totally bald soon, but I'm really not bothered by it.  It's kinda freeing.  Getting showered and dressed in the mornings has one less step, and all I need to wash my head is some gentle Dove soap.  And, I like hats.  Last time around with chemo, back in 2019, I splurged and bought myself a Stetson that I love, but you've got to have the right outfit to pull it off.  All I've been wearing these days have been my yoga clothes or something similarly comfortable.  Perhaps for my upcoming birthday, I'll sport the Stetson.

I'm currently in the middle of week 3 of this chemo cycle, and I'm happy to report that I'm feeling much better than I was in my last post.  Paul and I have started walking every day unless it's raining, and it feels great!  I get such an energy boost from it.  Granted, some days when I'm not feeling my best it's hard to get motivated to put on my shoes and go, but I've learned that I always feel better afterwards.  I saw my oncologist earlier this week and told her I really didn't like one of the anti-nausea medications I was prescribed to take, even if I wasn't feeling nauseous, a preventative kind of thing.  However, I felt terrible when I took it.  The doctor said it likely was why I was feeling so different this time around with chemo and that I could stop taking it.  What a relief!  

Tuesday will be my second round of chemo, and I'm looking forward to seeing if I feel better without the evil anti-nausea med.  At least I know that week three of the cycle will be a good one.  Luckily, that will be the week of Thanksgiving.  Christmas is a different story.  It falls on a chemo week.  I think I'll be handing out cooking assignments.  I may make it to the Christmas dinner table in my pajamas, but there are certainly worse things to endure.