Do I want to ease into it? Like this:
Or do I just go for it, like so:
I can’t wait for the wig to get here.
This shedding is intense.
My hair looks fucking awful.
I loooooove it. I expect to love it even more after I style it myself tomorrow. I’m so glad I went through with it.
The best part of the day: lunch with my besties!!
The current state of my hair is not good. It has gotten so thin that it’s impossible to style properly. You can see scalp no matter how artfully I attempt to arrange it. Handfuls fall out every day, and so far I haven’t seen much in the way of regrowth. This is obviously quite distressing, and I cannot believe this is happening to me again. However, I refuse to get depressed about this. I lived through it once, and I can do it again. (It helps that I’m in a much better place now, and don’t care as much about such things, but it does still really sucks.) So I have a wig picked out that I’m probably going to order this week. It’s what my hair would look like right now if it hadn’t started falling out again. I could start wearing my old one, but that seems so obviously fake at this point. Last time I fooled almost all my acquaintances into thinking that was my actual hair, but nobody is going to believe my hair grew that quickly. Does that matter? Probably not. I guess I have some more thinking to do. (That wig was expensive, is in good shape, and is sitting in my closet. I got compliments on my hair constantly when I wore it. Hmm…)
In the meantime, I think I need to set up an appointment with my stylist to get a pixie cut. I cannot deal with my hair like this anymore.
I was talking to my boyfriend about it before he left for work this morning and he was basically like: You are hot with or without hair. Who needs hair with an ass like that?
I love him. <3
I think I may stop taking Tamoxifen. I’m at least going to be taking a break.
It has come to my attention this last week that Tamoxifen (along with Methotrexate) is making my hair fall out. It has gotten extremely thin. You can see way more scalp than I’m comfortable with. A Google search revealed that this is a very common side effect. (It would have been nice to have been warned about it.) This is the last straw for me. I’ve been putting up with the other side effects, such as depression, dental problems, skin issues, mood swings, and fatigue. I would have continued to suffer through these side effects, but the hair loss is too much. I can’t do that again. Call me vain. Call me crazy. Call me stupid. I don’t care. Cancer has taken so much from me, and I have to put a stop to it at some point. I didn’t take it last night, and I don’t plan on taking it tonight. I see my oncologist on Wednesday. I’m expecting him to throw an epic fit when I tell him. He’s going to shove the statistics down my throat, but I’ve read the studies and the benefit is not nearly as great as he wants me to believe.
I was talking to two of my friends about this and they both said the same thing: you can’t stop taking it. My response to that was: my body, my choice. I’ll be telling the same thing to my oncologist.
I stopped my Methotrexate last week. I initially blamed the hair loss solely on that drug, since it too is known for causing hair loss, and I was warned this could happen. Its job is to kill rapidly dividing cells, which includes hair, so it’s not terribly surprising that I would see some hair loss. However, I’m not going to continue to poison myself with this shit when it doesn’t even work. My joints are still fucked like 50% of the time. There was no difference in my condition during the time I was off the medication for over a month. Still…my rheumatologist is going to flip her shit when she finds out. **zero fucks**
So that is what I’ve been dealing with this week. It has been a hard week. Plus, my social media has been full of shit about the St. Louis Komen walk, which was this morning. I decided not to participate this year. I’m way over breast cancer. I don’t want to think about it anymore.
It has been a little over a year since I lost my hair from chemo. Check out those bangs. *pleased*
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.
25 weeks post chemo: before and after my hair cut yesterday.
Look at all that hair! Yay!!!