The start of my collection.....

   They told me it would happen. But I wasn't prepared for it. So I started my collection last night. My collection of hair that is.....
   I noticed a few extra hairs on the counter top as I combed my hair last week. Everyone loses hair each day, but this was more than just a few extra hairs. Where you would normally see five or six hairs this was 10 to 12.
   Last night as I washed my hair it was apparent that I was losing more than normal. As I ran my fingers through my wet hair it was coming out 15 to 20 strands at a time. I collected it and laid it on a kleenex to dry. I started to tear up as I stood there looking at my hair. I looked at my self in the mirror and I knew if I continued to comb it I would lose more. I reached down for my comb and gently combed though my hair with tears in my eyes I laid more hair on the kleenex. The more I combed the more came out. I finished up in the bathroom, moved my hair over to the side of the counter looked at it one more time and turned out the light. I turned down the bed and headed to the living room where Thomas was watching baseball. I wanted to tell him but if I did I knew I would break down and cry and I didn't want to do that.  I knew he would see it when he went into the bathroom. We talked for a few minutes, kissed good night and I headed to bed.
   I was still awake at 2am. I just couldn't get relaxed enough to rest. I dozed off a time or two but I kept waking up. I finally got up and headed to the office to find a book to read and headed back to bed about 2:45. I finally got to sleep but I never rested like I should have.
   I awoke this morning knowing that as I prepared for work that as soon as I combed my hair more would come out. It doesn't matter how easy you comb, it still comes out. I tried to be gentle but my pile of hair kept getting bigger. It took longer than usual to get ready. My usual soft hair felt stiffer and was harder to style. Finally I got it where it looked half way decent. I thought to myself...no one will be able to notice that I have lost some hair--but I will and it makes me very sad.
  Thanks to my Gramdma Peavler (mom's Mother) I have thin hair. My doctor said it might not all fall out but it would get really thin. That makes a thin haired person even feel worse. Knowing that you don't have that much to to start with. I took pictures of my hair and sent it to Sarah and Sandra. Sandra said let it fall out, then you can look forward to it growing back. I guess that's one way to look at it.
   Tomorrow is chemo #2. I meet with the doctor at 9:15am, get my blood work, then begin chemo.
I hope they have a new game plan. Thomas is glad we get to meet with her so we can discuss my options for this round.



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