Hair today, gone tomorrow!

This new ICE chemo regimen has sure kicked the crap out of this hair of mine that I've grown so fond of over the last few months.  I can only hope it's doing the same thing to these stubborn cancer cells!

Since my last blog entry on Thursday  my hair has taken a dramatic turn towards being non-existent yet again.  I've woken up to piles of hair on my pillow and it's just falling out in chunks now which is oh so exciting!  Even though I've been through this whole hair loss business before with the ABVD, things were different this time around.

We had a busy Saturday that included a trip to Costco, taking the girls (our kitties) to their annual vet appointment followed by moving my brother to a new apartment and celebrating all the April birthdays in the evening with my family.  When we got home I took my wig off and realized the hair in the back of my head had rubbed off (yes, rubbed off) leaving me with bald spots.  Now what exactly is a person to do when they've got lots of hair left on the top of their head and bald spots in back?  Take a scissors and cut the rest of the hair off of course! 

For the second time since this journey started it was time for me to stop this anxiety train in its tracks and take control of the situation.  I'm sure I could have just left this mess until this week when I'd be able to get into DK International for another shave job, but I decided right then (at 10:30 pm) that I wasn't going to put up with this for one more second.  It was time for this hair to go!  The second I started cutting the anxiety disappeared and I felt good about this split second decision I made.  I couldn't wait to get this hair as short as possible, and even got the assistance of the hubby to cut the hairs in the back that I couldn't see myself.  It was a team effort!  In fact, Josh's hair was starting to get long so he decided to take care of that today and now we're both back to being baldies. 

Here's the result of my hair cutting extravaganza.  You can definitely tell where the hair has been cut and where it has just simply fallen out (lame).  It's not pretty, but either is cancer.  Here's to hoping this is the last time I have to ask someone to shave my head or take matters into my own hands regarding my hair because it's sure getting old.  I miss my mohawk already! =)

I think my plan of attack for this evening will be to stop at Target and buy a nice electric clipper set so I can clean up what I've started, but also for Josh's hair if he decides to keep it short.  Call me cheap, but he spent $18 today to have his head shaved which seems like such a rip off to me!   If they were doing something a little more challenging than shaving his head I'd say $18 is a good deal.  I think we'll keep that extra $18 in our pockets thank you very much!!

Back to Hubert Humphrey and North Memorial this week for "ICE" and neulasta - round 2.  Wish me luck, and also please pray that this new chemo is making good progress on killing off the last of the active cancer cells so that I can move onto the next phase of treatment being the stem cell transplant.