They told me its all in my mind but I doubt it. Each time my head hit the pillow, I could feel the agony of my hair and the trauma in my scalp. Look! My hair is falling apart. How can that not cause any distress?
Each morning when I rose from bed, I am afraid to touch my hair for fear that more will fall. Fall they did, in any case, touched or not touched, like rats leaving a sinking ship. Traitor!
My second chemo treatment is scheduled for next Thursday. Why am I not looking forward to it?
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