Friday we met with the oncologist to make sure my blood count is up.
As I was waiting in the room I affectionately call "the bloodletting room", for my blood to be drawn, a woman across from me said, "You make bald look beautiful!"
I rubbed my head remembering that I was bald, and said, "Oh thank you. You get usta it."
She then told me that she was on her second round and her hair was starting to fall out. So then she asked, "How did you cut it off? Did you go to a salon?"
I told her my son did it with clippers at home, and that I've had to trim it down twice since then because part of my hair has continue to grow, but it's sparse.
Her husband, who was obviously a military man, laughed and asked, "So I need to cut her hair, the same way she's cut mine for years?"
Yep, pretty much. High and tight!
Oh, and my blood count is UP, or at least up enough for a chemo patient. I'm feeling much better everyday. I not 100%, but I better than I've been in the past 6 weeks, so no complaints.
As I was waiting in the room I affectionately call "the bloodletting room", for my blood to be drawn, a woman across from me said, "You make bald look beautiful!"
I rubbed my head remembering that I was bald, and said, "Oh thank you. You get usta it."
She then told me that she was on her second round and her hair was starting to fall out. So then she asked, "How did you cut it off? Did you go to a salon?"
I told her my son did it with clippers at home, and that I've had to trim it down twice since then because part of my hair has continue to grow, but it's sparse.
Her husband, who was obviously a military man, laughed and asked, "So I need to cut her hair, the same way she's cut mine for years?"
Yep, pretty much. High and tight!
Oh, and my blood count is UP, or at least up enough for a chemo patient. I'm feeling much better everyday. I not 100%, but I better than I've been in the past 6 weeks, so no complaints.
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