When I looked in the mirror when I first got out of bed this morning, all I could think was, oh lordy I have turned into “Thing 1” or possibly “Thing 2”. my hair (if you can still call it that) with the purple in the front stood straight up in the air and I was doing a damn fine impersonation of a nearly bald “Thingy”. Maybe I am really their long-lost cousin “Thing 3”!! Dr Seuss would be very proud of me.
So even though I haven’t had Chemo for 5 weeks now, my hair seems to be falling out faster than ever. I don’t feel comfortable going out without a hat or a scarf now. When I am out I feel people are looking at me and thinking …. “oooo look how thin her hair is”. Wayne says I imagine it, but I am sure I’m not because I know I have had those thoughts about others myself. So it’s definately hat and scarf full time now till it grows back.
Apart from the general lack of it, my hair is so soft and fine, but also that horrid Grey Hair Fairy (you know the one that comes at night and colours your hair grey while you sleep), she has been working overtime painting my hair (whats left of it) white. I really must have a word with her about her choice of colour, surely it would have been far nicer if she could paint my hair the new trendy silver grey colour everyone one is paying their hairdresser to have these days.