It's time...

There is no getting around it - Chemo round #7 has kicked my butt.  My hair is falling out at an accelerated rate and the acid reflux I've been battling just won't let up regardless of how many Tums or Zantac I digest in any given 24 hour period of time.  Although the stomach issues are a nuisance, I can deal with them.  The hair situation, I cannot.  I told myself in the beginning of this process that I was not going to let this hair loss control me, and the minute I felt like it was, the hair needed to go.  It was a sad realization on Tuesday morning that 'it's time' as I sat in front of the mirror strategically positioning hairs with bobby pins over my problem spots.  I'm proud of myself that I've been able to hold onto my hair as long as I have, and for a while there I even wondered if I was going to somehow luck out and keep my hair.  I could probably ride this out a little longer, but at some point a person just needs to know when to say that enough is enough!

I was now on a mission.  The first thing I did when I got into work on Tuesday morning was call up DK International and asked to schedule an appointment with Michelle to have my head shaved.  I think it goes without saying, but never in a million years did I ever think I'd be making an appointment like that.  My hair would be gone right now if she would have had availability on Tuesday, but I'm glad now that she didn't.  My appointment is Friday afternoon, and thankfully Josh and my mom will both be there for support.  I think Friday is a better day for something like this anyways.  I know it's going to be emotionally draining so having the weekend to get used to my new "do" will be a good thing I think.  I've had a couple wigs just waiting for some time now so I might as well put them to good use.  By the time I'm finally getting used to wearing them will probably be the time when my treatment plan (whatever that may be) is wrapping up.  I can't wait for that day!  Remission here I come.