Ok, I'll have to admit, some days are harder than others on the old cancer circuit. Some days, I blow and go through the day with ease and gusto. But, today hasn't been one of those days. Sure, I worked today. I did my job. I survived. Unfortunately, that's about all that I managed to do - SURVIVE. I'm just going to do a bit of venting today. If you've ever had the experiencing of waking up every morning and wondering if you're going to find a pile of hair on your pillow, please leave me a comment and tell me how you managed this. I know, "It's just hair. It's only 18 weeks. It'll grow back. You can cover it with a hat or wig." Blah Blu Blah Blu Blah. I've heard all of this, but maybe you don't understand. I'm a vain woman. I'll admit it. I like to look pretty. I like to put on makeup. I like to wear dresses. I like to look nice.
So, I say all of this to say that my hair is still hanging on tight. Everyone says, "It'll start coming out in clumps on day 14." Well, Friday is day 14 for me, and it's about to eat my lunch. The anticipation of looking like an alien is terrible, probably worse than the actual hair loss. Anyway, I know that this, too, is temporary. And, it will pass. Until then, I think that we should all sign on to Britney's style trend. :)