I have a little tension in my heart. On one hand, I feel like I’m begging for attention when I put pics on Facebook. On the other, I think if I were a reader of this blog, I’d like to see a progression of pictures. I LOVE looking at other people’s photo albums, and fridge pics and the food inside the refrigerator, and their underwear drawers (just kidding!) So, I’m just gonna put a little gallery here.
August 19. With my baldie bestie, Adrienne. And my Molly wolly doodle all the day. Molly is more than words.
Sums up how I felt about Adriamycin and Cytoxan
Same day, wig on.
I’m posting the picture below for anyone who has to go through stinky chemo and–like me–
wants to know is obsessed with how long it will take to grow back. Everyone is different, and no matter how long it takes, it feels like too long. My last infusion was October 28. Hair continued to fall out for another month. It was almost two months from my last infusion before I had a discernible hairline and eyebrows. It feels stupid to focus on outward appearances, but God made our insides and our outsides, and both matter.