Now, I can't remember exactly when my hair was scheduled to fall out but all I can say is that it hasn't happened yet. If I have shaved it all off for nothing, I'm not sure how philosophical I'm going to be. This will, I'm sure, be a relief for those who are somewhat concerned about me having turned into Pollyanna since diagnosis.
Apart from that, just wanted to let you all know that I woke up on Monday morning with no more residual bleugh at all from chemo 1, so I went off to a step class, all felt totally fine. Brilliant. Then I caught a cold from the boys on Monday afternoon. Not so brilliant. I was a little concerned as to how my body would cope, as I'm not supposed to have much of an immune system. Turns out that, rather than descend into pneumonia, I threw it off just as usual. I am soooo lucky. Either that or they've slipped me a placebo as part of some evil research project (visions of Fran Boyle dropping the civilised veneer the second we close the door behind us... MUAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA!!!... Maybe not.)
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