I've been blogging here and here about this road she's been on since her diagnosis in May.
She returns this Friday for her second chemo treatment, but exactly two weeks to the day of the 1st...she started to lose her hair. So now I'll let her share it in her own words:
You can just call me bald and beautiful now. My hair started coming out in hunks overnight. So I decided to cut it and shave my head. It was quite an experience to stand in front of a mirror and watch my hair slowly leave my head. I really expected to be emotional when the hair started to go,but I did not shed a tear. It was actually kind of liberating. I found I did not have any lumps or dips on my head. My head catches every breeze and I like that. I'm trying out different types of head coverings. People have donated a variety of caps (I still don't have a pink sparkle one) and scarfs. I have one wig my son bought me (thank you, Greg) and I plan to buy one more for a backup. They say my hair will start to grow back after my last chemo treatment, so I'm going to be bald for quite a while. Oh well...at least I don't have to worry about fixing my hair every morning.That's just the type of attitude and humor she has taken during this entire thing. She called me and informed me I now had a bald mother and even said she looks like my brother (who shaved his head the moment he went into the army). I asked if I could add the photo to this blog that my niece took and my mom was all for it. Her real hair on the left and the wig she bought on the right. Go ahead, you can say it as I know you're thinking it. She looks younger in the wig. :-)