I dried my hair to completion this morning with a towel. It was easy enough to do since I had Beth take the clippers to it last night. Guard number 4 was in place—and I had thought we’d work our way down to the number 2. But in the end, I decided this was short enough. My first thought when I saw it was how much I looked like Dana. I know he wanted me to also go blonde so he could see what HE might look like with blonde hair (selfish bastard :) )…I decided against that in the end—I’m freaking enough people out right now.
It’s actually really fun that I’ve gotten this opportunity—and I do view it as an opportunity at many levels. At a fun and basic level, I got to cut off my hair (which was a GOOD thing because I had been pondering doing so, but had spent so much time growing it out it was hard to convince myself that I should), and now I’ve gotten the chance to see what I look like with the Sinead O’Conner look. OK, I don’t have her beautiful face, but it’s not as bad as I thought it could be.
I went to the restroom here at work a few minutes ago. As I was walking there I realized that now I’m REALLY likely to scare a few coworkers in there. I guess I needn’t worry about that—it’s their problem, not mine. Friends did get me some new earrings—something that I hope might help distinguish me from the little brother I didn’t have (mine are all older). But if not, so be it.
For what it’s worth, that fatigue thing has faded. I even managed to play some basketball last night. So perhaps I’ll have a better understanding as to how my body is going to react for the next treatment. In the mean time, I’m just going to try and do good things for it and get it ready for the next round of poison. I recently read (YAY!! I’ve been READING!!) that when curing cancer, one has to base life’s schedule on the chemo schedule. I understand that now. Hopefully the events that I can’t control will work out those terms…
Monday, April 10, 2006
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