Bald is Beautiful...Bald is COLD!!!

Round 2 went off without a hitch yesterday. It took longer because they dripped the Cytoxin slower so I wouldn't get a headache. And it worked. They also cut my steroid dosage a lot, so hopefully I won't experience that horrible crashing and emotional upheaval later this week!

But throughout the whole infusion, my hair kept shedding. If I ran my hands through it, more and more strands were coming out. Matt had to keep brushing the fallen strands off of my shirt. I told Reagan I would wait to shave my head until the medicine made it come out. And it's clear the medicine had started it's magic. So we decided to take matters into our own hands last night. Pat and Jess came over with their clippers and Matt, Pat and I all shaved our heads. It's amazing to me that my husband and brother in law would do this. Granted, Pat shaves his head a lot, so he had an advantage in knowing he wasn't going to look stupid! But Matt's poor head hasn't seen the light of day in about 33 years. Personally,  I think he looks hot, but he has been getting a lot of flack from his friends! Regardless, the gesture is sweet and will not ever be forgotten.

I love being bald. In part because my head doesn't have any weird lumps, bumps, birthmarks, or any other issues. It's super low maintenance, and with the right outfit and makeup I may even be able to pass for feminine still. Unfortunately, being bald is also very cold. I've never been a fan of being cold, so it's going to take some getting used to for sure. But I'm stocked up on beanies, hats and scarves, so I'm sure I'll either figure it out, or toughen up soon enough!

And, hopefully this won't jinx anything, but so far round 2 has been a lot easier on me. Last night and today were decent. I even made it to restorative yoga today! Which is one of the many amazing programs offered to cancer patients in our area. It's an hour and a half of light stretching and meditation. It felt great to be out of the house and actually doing something for me that didn't involve needles, drugs, doctors, etc. I did laugh though when I walked in to the yoga studio with my bald head blazing and the ladies at the front immediately directed me to the "cancer" class. Guess I'm really not fooling anyone after all!