Today was my first chemo treatment. It was also my son’s 8th birthday. My mom gave me this advice, which kept me moving forward until the next obstacle.
“No one’s ever received a chemo treatment then stood up out of the chair and fell over dead. You got this part. Keep going.”
I was told my hair would fall out after the second treatment. Trying on wigs made everything seem real, and inevitable. I can’t believe women wore these for fashion. They are terrible, from the 50 dollar ones up to the 500 dollar ones. Awful, itchy and terrible. I like my hair. I don’t want plastic hair.