The inevitable is happening. Just over two weeks after my first chemo cycle and I’ve started to lose my hair. Nicely in time for the ‘mini beast from the east’, which is raging outside the study window as I write. I’m pleased to report that my eyebrows are still holding their own, but the thatch on top is now falling away in ever-increasing quantities. It’s taking longer to unblock the shower plughole with every day that passes. I’m a bit like one of those moulting, long-haired “carpet dogs” – a human golden retriever (but grey).
I intend to let my hair fall out naturally, rather than shave it off (unless it gets too irritating). I expect I’d feel differently if I spent more time (and money) on it. Like Noel Fielding obviously does, for example (*). I’m treating its disappearance as another signal that the treatment is working. While the lymphoma is not welcome, I’m determined that I’m not going to make any special concessions to it. It’s not the lymphoma that’s making my hair fall out – it’s the treatment, and it’s great that it seems to be working.
Note – never run a poll about your hair / eyebrows on a family messenger session. Democracy doesn’t work under such circumstances.
(*) I don’t have anything against Noel Fielding. He’s way better than those blasted singing cakes, for example. But his latest hairstyle has been causing considerable angst in one member of the Holyoake family this afternoon.