I have had new revelations. Some of what was predicted did not occur like I was told before my first chemo treatment. For instance, the doctor said I would feel icky the first week, better the second week and feel human by the third week. For me week one and week two reversed themselves. I felt horrible the second week not all due to chemo however but bad enough I was ready to ask my sister to take me to the ER. I am predicting round two will go smoother since one issue is being resolved. The other day my friend Jack called to check on me. It bothers Pam and Jack that I am here by myself. Jack knows how difficult this road has been for his wife Pam and it tugs at his heart that I am alone. She has cancer also. Pam is my “C sista” and my icon of courage, grit and determination. Those two have given me valuable advice; all of which I adhere to. Jack asks how I am doing and laughingly I say, “Like crap but I still have my hair.” He chuckles and replies, “Well that’s good but I wouldn’t count on that if I were you.” Once again he is right on target. Yesterday after using the squeegee on my shower I had to wipe up hair from the bottom of it with a paper towel. It was too much to let go down the pipes. I never realized how often I fiddled with my hair. Each time I touch it several remain it inside my hand. This morning my pillow had threads of dark brown and grey hair all over it. Darn it! I was hoping that I would be like Lolly; one of those who didn’t lose their hair but the inevitable is coming. Even the hairs inside my nose is going! I only hope I have hair until Friday. I am returning to work tomorrow and don’t have any head covering yet. My head is super sensitive. It feels scalded as though I am sunburned and it is tender to the touch. I am careful not to scrape my scalp when I comb my hair. At this moment I am opting not to wear a wig. I originally thought I would but too many have shared how hot and uncomfortable they are not to mention expensive and ugly. My friend Gerry came from Donnelly to take me shopping for a wig. It was a day that I was not feeling particularly well and it was emotional and exhausting for me. I tried on dozens of wigs at several different shops and they all looked horrible. We laughed and finally I said, “Gerry, I just cannot do this. They are too shiny, look synthetic and cost a fortune.” I say smiling; “Besides they make me look like a hooker!” We both laugh heartily and she takes me home.