Today I'll be getting my wig. I have mixed feelings about this, as you can imagine. I know it's just hair, and it will grow back, but it's official now. After my second chemo treatment this past Friday, my hair is slowly but surely falling out. Just as they told me it would. Couple that with the fact that the last two days I've felt extremely tired, and my taste buds have gone hay-wire, I haven't been a very happy camper. There is a constant and unusual taste in my mouth that is hard to describe, and even though I know how something should taste, it tastes nothing like that when I put it into my mouth. Even water tastes strange. I've tried some of the suggestions I've read about as well as some that the nurses have told me about to try and negate this weird taste in my mouth, but nothing really works that great. I just have to hope that it will come and go, and hopefully go soon.
I'll check back in later with news from the wig trip today, I'm sure there will be a good story to tell.
A.M. update before I leave to get my wig. It seems that "everything does happen for a reason."
This morning my head must have just known where it was going. After my shower, my hair decided that it was time to depart, in a BIG way. I was left with huge handfuls of hair everywhere, and yes, I did shed the proverbial tears. I knew this day was coming, but I can honestly say that I don't think anyone is really prepared for it, including me. After all, I've had good hair days and bad hair days for many years now, but at least I've had hair. So, before I get fitted for my wig, there will just one more small detail to take care of...the rest of my hair will get shaved off. It will surely beat watching it slowly shed day after day. I'll be ok, after all, the hair I'll be leaving the shop with is going to be a drastic improvement on what I've got left now.