4 years ago
It has been three years since my last chemo treatment.
I started chemo one year ago today. I went back and read the entry I wrote about it.
It’s weird how different my problems are today than they were on this same day last year. Time is both a blessing and a curse.
Without my hair, my eyebrows, my breasts, my beauty, I felt exposed in a way I’d never felt before – completely vulnerable, like a shaved deer in the headlights.
**This really hit home.
I’m now 21 weeks post-chemo, and I just used a blow dryer for the first time. It felt both weird and awesome.
When I wake up in the morning, my hair looks crazy. It’s getting harder to style. Little pieces stick out and do their own thing, despite the use of multiple products designed to tame them. It feels great to have these normal problems again.