Sunday…

Today was another good day with some bad moments. It was raining pretty steadily when we got up so our morning walk was delayed by several hours. By mid morning it cleared so we were able to get out and enjoy the trail. The “bad moments” didn’t start until mid afternoon. I obviously don’t like them - the pain is excruciating, but I understand it is all part of the journey to get better. I discovered in the early evening that Sitz baths help - so I am now a believer…at least for now.

Most of the dark hair on the sides of my head fell out this morning in the shower but some remains on the back of my head. I also have several bald spots in odd places on my head. For some reason, a lot of the gray has held tight. I should explain that I don’t write about (or worry about) my hair loss because of any vanity reason. I write about it because it really scares me…because it’s a constant visual reminder that I have cancer. Also, because it reminds me of my mom and her battle with lung cancer twenty some years ago. She lost her hair early in her treatments and it never fully grew back. Because it was so thin and patchy it made her look sickly for years and that broke my heart every time I saw her.

Tomorrow marks the beginning of week four of treatments. It will be a busy week of radiation and, hopefully, chemo.