Sometimes I’m not a patient person. Today was one of those days. I grew more and more annoyed with finding my hair everywhere as strands kept falling out. I got impatient with all that hair everywhere, so much so that I decided that I wanted to get my head buzzed at the very least, if not shaved. Easier said than done here in Guerneville! One salon was inexplicably closed, another was fully booked, and one wouldn’t answer the phone, so I had no idea what its status was. So I decided for a buzz it probably was better (and cheaper) to go to a barber shop instead. The only barbershop in town? Closed for business.
My solution? Just cut all my hair and then I shave it. Kim was brave enough to cut the hair – as short as one can with scissors. Mark then got it even shorter, and we were ready to shave my head, but I decided to think about it. By the time I did, it was too late – we had to get ready for dinner. So I have a buzz of sorts. At this point I’ll wait until we get home, where we have a buzz kit. Ted can give me a buzz and we can decide whether to shave or not, but if I decide to go bald it will be easier to shave with a close buzz.
Now that my hair is semi-buzzed, you can clearly see bald spots already. That was fast!
As for my intestines, it’s status quo. I’m not having only the BRAT diet but staying close to it; for lunch I had some pasta plain and bread that I dipped into chicken broth. The diarrhea hasn’t stopped, but has definitely slowed way down, and I’m okay with that.
It’s a beautiful weekend up here – 70 degrees, sunny and just all around amazing. We’re having a good time!
I started losing my hair today.
You know that some days it seems there’s more hair on your brush than usual? I thought maybe that’s what it was, or that because I hadn’t taken a shower in a few days, that’s why there was more hair than normal. And then it just wouldn’t stop. I mean, it did, but when I got out of the shower, there was quite a pile on the drain. You know in movies how the hair comes out? That’s what it felt like, but it wasn’t that much in each clump. It just felt like there was, and now, I can’t run my hands through my hair without coming away with quite a few strands. So I guess that means I’ll be getting a buzz, and then shaving my head soon. I knew it would happen, I just wish it wouldn’t have happened this weekend. Not only is it Valentine’s Day weekend, but Ted and I are in Sonoma with our best friends the Rosaleses and their girls for a fun weekend.
As for me otherwise, Dr. K gave me the go ahead to progress to the BRAT diet (Bananas, (white) Rice, Applesauce, (white) Toast), for which I’m grateful. I was definitely feeling more hungry and certainly tired of liquids only. A bit of a bummer this happened while we are here in Sonoma wine country; I’ll be surrounded by some of the best food and wine in the country, but that’s okay. It’s the company that’s important. Dr. K also told me that if I do okay with the BRAT diet (i.e., the diarrhea stops), then I can slowly add in other things like chicken, fish, eggs – no high fiber until the diarrhea is gone for a few days. So tonight on our drive up we stopped at Panera and I had 1/2 a loaf (yes, 1/2 loaf!) of bread dipped in chicken broth. It was delicious, it stayed down, and thus far my intestines have not reacted adversely. Here’s to hoping that I’m finally on the upswing from these terrible 2 weeks.
My friend Angie got her first mammogram today, and I’d like to think it’s mainly because of me. She turned 40 in the last year, and I nagged her to go until she made an appointment. I think many women are afraid to go because they think it will hurt, or just fear of the unknown. Angie’s appointment was for 7:30 am and by 8:05 am she sent me a private message on Facebook asking what the big deal was about mammos. Lesson in this? If you’re 40 or older, GET A MAMMOGRAM and get one every year. I’m the poster child for annual mammograms – my cancer grew in just one year. To coin the Nike phrase, JUST DO IT.