Monday, February 17, 2014

You have got to be kidding me

So here's the deal. I'm on week 11 of 12 chemo treatments - so close to being done I can taste it (no really, I can taste the chemo treatments). Unlike *ahem* previous chemo regimens, things have been pretty easy. I thought I was going to make it home free without A) being bald again and B) any unfortunate trips to cozy up to the toilet.

But.

Today I got to spend some quality time with the porcelain throne.

And when run my fingers through my hair (it may not be long, but it's there), inch-long strands come away on my palms.

And I think "Why'd you have to get my hopes up?"

5 comments:

Kristine said...

That stinks!!! Seems terribly hard to get your hopes up just to have them dashed to pieces. I do love your cute hair, and hope you'll be able to get through one more week without too many more hairs lost. You're so close! Love you.

Mom Walton said...

Sad

Dad Walton said...

You are so very close to being through this set of treatments. It does seem rather unsporting of your hair to do this just now.

Hilary said...

Wow, Bonnie. You have more courage than anyone else I've ever met. Prayers are with you, always.

Emily Hickok said...

You're amazing!!! Love you even if you're bald.