My hair is growing back!
Just barely, but there’s definitely a two o’clock shadow on the crown of my head, except soft and fuzzy rather than rough and sandpapery. This makes me happy because now I have visible, tangible proof that we might be wrapping things up cancer-wise, at least for the time being. Especially after watching all of my eyelashes suddenly disappear late last week.
This is not to say I’m throwing out my wigs anytime soon. I’ve grown very fond of them, actually. It’s their low-maintenance quality that I find most attractive, but also that they require virtually no care at all. Plus, they look nice most of the time, which is a marked improvement over the previous status quo. The blond one, I’ve noticed, seems to be especially popular with old men. So far, I’ve received several invitations to come over and watch People’s Court reruns over Steak-Umms and Klondike bars. I’m no fool. I’ve accepted them all.
Anyway, that’s my big news. Possible hair. Sorry to drag you all the way over here just for that.