Hair Today Gone Tomorrow

I don't know if I have used this title before.  It sounds like a good one to use for the time I butched Nathan's head, or the time when Jim cut Zane's hair for the first time.  I don't know, I would have to go back and look.  Perhaps that's why people have search boxes on blogs.  

Anyway, after yesterday's marathon of ER visit, mismanaged chemo orders, and a very long day, I thought I would still have energy to type a nice blog post.  The steroids, however, lasted only long enough for treatment to be over and then I was tired. The ER visit was diagnosed as infection in the tissue surrounding the tube, and was much improved by Monday afternoon.  The Chemo Drug story is much more interesting.  We went early to have blood drawn, but having it done completely in the ER we got an early start on the doctor visit, which was great, except when the time came for faxing the chemo orders, the nurses had all gone out for training, and the PA couldn't find the fax number.  She then took it to the front desk to fax, and I was thinking, "couldn't we just carry them?", when it all seemed taken care of and I was whisked away in the wheel chair.  It wasn't taken care of and the nurse sent someone over for it.  At the end of the day, it happened again. We were waiting on the last drug that takes three hours to go through and here is wasn't.  She had to send someone out again. So, it was after 6p when we were dismissed.  

So, I was tired.  

Hair is such a bother in chemo and radiation.  I can't have any metal on my head during radiation, so I've just  been wearing it in a braid, and combing more hair out every day, that when I had half my braid left, I just had Lynette cut it off.  Every morning, the hair was so matted above the braid that I was pulling handfuls of hair out to rebraid it.  We decided it was time to just let most of it go. 

The final style.

Which was great, except now I had 5" long hairs floating around behind me and that wasn't working either. So, Jim cut it it all about 1 1/2" long, but that still left 1 1/2" long floaties, in the air, on the couch, on my pillow, where ever.   

I know after living with long hair for so long, it was hard just to think of going right to the bald stage, so I thought little by little would help.  It does some, it gives the illusion of not losing my hair so quickly, but like so many things, I quickly realized that it was only a temporary solution to an on going loose hair problem.  

So, last night, Jim got out the clippers and performed the final shaving.  

Ha, I bet you thought that the next picture would be me bald!

Here I am all set up for a long chemo day, except Lynette came in and snitched the computer, so I did other things instead, and Dan and Cyndie came to visit.  

I, actually, have a little hair here, it is combed.