My hairdresser came to the house and gave me a haircut yesterday. I love that about Mexico, servicio a domicilio. I haven’t had my haircut since October and it was getting that attractive look between a cue tip and a dandelion unless I put coconut oil on it.
When people haven’t seen me for awhile, they always peer at me and say in what sounds like an accusing manner to me,”You look pretty good.” Sometimes they follow that up with, “How come you haven’t lost your hair?” I always want to be a wise acre and say,”Yeah but you should have seen me last week!”. The truth is that I am taking a light course of chemo and Dr Bastarrachea had assured me that I wouldn’t be losing my hair. In actuality, around chemo number 3 my hair did start to fall out. I was leaving bigger wads of hair in the shower but nothing like what my friends who have had chemo have experienced.
After chemo number four, I found that I was shedding a lot of hair. Dr B explained that it was accumulate effects of the chemo that was accelerating hair loss. Apparently, not all hair grows equally fast. Chemo attacks fast growing cells and in woman it’s head hair, men lose facial hair first then head hair.
The evening after chemo 5, the penultimate chemo, I love that word. Just one more to go! Anyway, I went to bed at 3pm because the benadryl and other stuff in the pre-chemo drip totally zonks me out every time. When I woke up at 6:30pm I idly passed my hand through my hair, to settle down the bed head. A wad of hair came out! I did this for about five minutes until I decided I wasn’t helping matters any. Funny thing is the hair that is coming out is the white hairs; my hope is that they grow back black instead of white. If you know differently, don’t tell me.
My solution to the problem was to get a haircut. I still have plenty of hair, but it doesn’t feel like as much is falling out when it’s shorter. Now a little ditty inspired by my experience. You will recognize the tune.
Theresa’s Hair is Falling Out