Stuff in the Mail and Hair in the Sink

I got some of my stuff in the mail. The bra actually fits, amazing. The shorts fit also. The scarves are gorgeous and just in time.

I thought I had a few more weeks with hair, but it started coming out yesterday morning. In the morning, it would come out if I pulled on one single hair. I found this out by accident. At first I thought I burned my hair again. Flame-cut bangs… If you don’t know what I mean, think “nausea medication, nudge nudge wink wink.” But there was no burnt hair smell and no new bangs, just a strange popping noise and a loose hair. I tried pulling on a hair in the back and sure enough it popped right out.

By the end of the day, if I pinched some hair and pulled gently, I would get 8 or 10 hairs coming away.

So last night I braided my hair into three braids and cut them off and put them in a bag to do …um… something creative with. Later. I was gonna do a buzz cut, but I looked at the result, straightened a few lines, and I had a haircut. I call it my “Anne Heche Haircut.” People seem to think it looks okay though. It’s short in the back and a bit long on top.

I used this new hairstyle to tell three new people at work about my situation. That’s what they get for being friendly and noticing my hair.

I’m feeling fairly normal otherwise. A little depressed at times, especially when I’m at work. Pretty sad when I’m looking forward to chemo so I can telecommute some more. Being at work seems like even more of a waste of time than it did before. Laying on the couch at home with the laptop on my chest with my boyfriend across the room watching the stock market seems like less of a waste somehow.

More stuff is due to arrive in the mail though, that will cheer me up.

I can’t believe I bought a bra on the internet in a new size, and it fits and I like it. I may never go to a store again.