Lunch with a Chemo Cocktail chaser! Cindy is with me today. We went to Murphy’s Pub for lunch and here we are at the Chemo Cafe. Three more visits and I’ll be at the half way point!
I noticed today that my left leg is a bit swollen around my ankle, and I have a “hot spot” on my shin. It’s easy to see because my skin is red. And did I mention that it’s swollen? My favorite Cemo Nurse, Jenna, has taken a look and decided that the Doctor-On-Call should also take a look. Could be a blood clot. Could be some kind of infection. Whatever it is, I know it will be inconvenient.
So. I’ve noticed that I’m losing more hair — and I’m not sure how I feel about it. When I started Gemma Chemo, I thought (maybe it was my imagination) I saw a difference in the texture of my hair. I don’t know how to describe it other than it was laying on my head in different, new ways. There seemed to be a few extra hairs in my comb, but that didn’t worry me. After all, I’ve been told that this chemo treatment is fairly well accepted and that my hair “might” get thinner — I wouldn’t go cue ball. But this week…. Is it my imagination or has the amount of hair on my comb and in the sink doubled? I’m seeing loose hairs in odd places — like mixed in with Tyler’s fur or on the page of the book I’m reading. And it seems like every hour I’m brushing a loose hair off of my face WHICH IS DRIVING ME CRAZY. All these loose hairs showing up in places I’ve never seen the before… Truly, I don’t know how I feel about this.
Euphemisms for baldness seem to be mostly masculine: Chrome Dome, Mr. Clean, Follically Challenged, Shiny, Dr. Orb, Bald Eagle, Reflecto, Barber’s Dream, Toupee Stand, Gleam-o, Hat Head, Kojak, Daddy Warbucks, Homer, Lex Luthor. There’s also the more feminine Sinead and Baldielocks.
Personally, I think I like “Kojak” best. If you’re a boomer, you remember this TV show. I always had a crush on Telly Savalas — so sexy with that cue ball head and lollipop.
Thank you Wikipedia.
Sexy Telly said, “We’re all born bald, baby.” Certainly something to ponder.
Thank you Wikipedia
I think I’ll continue to channel my inner Samantha. I’m talking “Sex and the City” Samantha Jones, and her breast cancer story arc (this has always been my favorite story line from “Sex and the City”). I am no where near as sexually liberated as Samantha, but the way she handled her cancer has inspired me on my own battle. She didn’t let hair loss stop her from being fabulous — she took control by making the decision to go for the cue ball and wig out with outrageous wigs and haute couture hats and scarves.
It’s not time yet, but if my hair loss increases I’m going to Colleen (my hair stylist) and she’ll get out her electric razor. She’s already told me she has a couple of outrageous wigs with my name on them in her stock room. I’m counting my blessings that I have such a wonderful friend!
While I was working on the above, the Doctor-On-Call stopped by. Once I’m disconnected from Genna Chemo, I’m on my way to get an ultrasound on my leg. Whoppie.
Later — ultrasound says it’s not a blood clot (which is a relief!), but I’ve got no news on what it is. Just that it’s a red patch that’s hot, on my shin, and it hurts. I’m going to try really hard not to imagine all the possibilities of what this could be while I wait to find out what I should do about it. I said this would be inconvenient. I guess I’m also going to get served up with some anxiety until I have news of what it is and how we deal with it.
In spite of this glitch, I have another blessing to count: my wonderful friend Cindy who trapsed from one end of the hospital to the other with me, helped me keep focus (I didn’t mention that I’m having a little trouble remembering things today), and waited an extra hour for me while I had the ultrasound. I never knew how many incredible friends I had until this sh*t hit the fan.!
I may not have an answer yet about what’s going on with my leg, but I got me some mighty fine friends! And next week is CHEMO VACATION!