I previously posted this in the summer. I’m hoping reposting will force me to write an ending!
We are a good 20 minutes early beginning our descent into Chicago. As usual, when we left Virginia, the airport in Norfolk near all the Navy bases was on high alert. Our hands were dusted for explosive residue before we got through security. I stood in the full body scanner, assuming the position with my feet on the footprints, arms above my head.
We were patted down, me by a female TSA agent who touched only my right shoulder and the back neck of my top. I looked at her, curious what she could be looking for, but she only smiled and nodded at me, saying “Have a nice day.” I smiled back, just glad to move through the line so quickly. My son said they must have seen the tag from my shirt.
The flight was uneventful, less than two hours of non-turbulent skies, a little pack of pretzels because two people on board had severe peanut allergies, and a quick drink before the flight attendants announced it was time to put away our electronic devices and put our seats in an upright position.
I began to notice a warm stinging sensation at the back of my neck. I started to reach back, but my right arm felt strangely heavy and I couldn’t seem to raise my hand properly. My eyes were burning, my vision had gone blurry. I remember thinking something was terribly wrong…then I don’t remember thinking…
(To be continued…)
It’s like they read my mind! Here’s to Cyber Monday…
Which means I’m one step closer to being finished. After today, I’ll be halfway through the chemo treatments! Shaved my head on Tuesday and got fitted for my wig. Can you guess which is the wig and which is my real hair?
I was hoping to make it to Thanksgiving dinner on Thusday feeling and looking great, because my next chemo treatment is scheduled for Friday, November 25. The side effects from the first treatment had gone away, I’ve been back to exercising and my hair and nails still looked fine.
But over this weekend my hair started falling out big time. Since I naturally have really thick hair, there’s still a lot of it left. But I’m shedding worse than Inga, my Norwegian Elkhound and clogging the shower drain and vacuum cleaner. I will be bald soon. Possibly everywhere. Let me just say, some of us are happier about that than others 😉
I have read that chemo could make your scalp “tingle” and this was a sign of impending hair loss. Well, let me just say, “sore” and “painful” are better words. It’s the oddest sensation. I just brushed my hair Saturday morning and my scalp hurt everywhere. And if I run my hand through my hair and tug a tiny bit, I can pull out clumps at a time.
So, I’m setting up an appointment to get my head shaved and fitted for my wig this week rather than waiting. I’ve read that getting rid of the hair actually makes you feel better physically and psychologically. And it will lessen the chances of finding surprises in Thanksgiving dinner!
I’m afraid scarves and hats are not really my thing, but I guess I could try a Cubs’ World Series hat on and see how that looked. And if it’s not too much to ask, I’d really like to keep my eyelashes. But I guess time will tell…and then I’ll tell you 🙂
Photo from Pixabay (I could only hope to look that good in a scarf!)