Nicole's Notes

So I email the oncology department's social worker. She made a big point of indicating her email on her card. But no comment from her. According to my now numerous sources, there really isn't anything to be done to prevent hair loss. It'll grow back, but maybe not the same colour. Or texture. Could be curly and blonde. Gah!

I've got a satin pillowcase to prevent it from rubbing off in my sleep (oh, isn't that a lovely mental picture?), and they also recommend getting my hair cut short, because bald spots would be less noticable (does this seem counterintuitive to anyone else?) and because the weight of long hair can cause it to pull out more easily (this at least makes sense). But I've always had long hair. Well, okay, there was that bad perm and pageboy haircut in grade nine, but... hey, it's grade nine, whaddaya want?

And I look like hell in hats. :P

They recommend going wig shopping before you lose it all. Wonderful. I'll schedule that in as soon as I get back from holidays. Of course, maybe I'll have lost it all by then. Chantal recommended shaving my head, and having my hair made into a wig if it was likely I'd lose it. Problem is, they only said that hair thinning was a possible side effect. Not that I'd wind up looking like Sinead O'Connor!

Alright, maybe not Sinead O'Connor. In fact, I'm not sure it's even noticable. Yet. Grr. This is not a fun experience whatsoever. Especially since the now downwardly mobile hair seems to be finding its way into my food! Ew! Hair in the popcorn! It's grrrreat! Except for that whole not at all great part.