A was born with a head full of dark hair.  She had her first haircut at about 6 weeks to get it out of her eyes.  E had less hair, I’d say his looked like mine does now at about 9 month or so.  We were not the parents who saved locks from the first hair cut.  I was sitting in the salon chair today and thought about this as I picked up a bit of my hair that was cut off.  It was incredibly soft.  The woman who cuts my hair has been doing so for a really long time.  She survived breast cancer, double mastectomy, repeated unexpected surgeries…like 4 + years from diagnosis to final surgery.  What a trooper.  She’s been one of the women-in-the-know that I’ve mentioned before.  She would not take money for today’s haircut.  Yet another angel.  So it actually looks almost like a hair style.  That feels good to me.  She spent about 10 minutes cutting, and we spent about 30 minutes just comparing notes and catching up after 6 months.  Today was actually the first day I felt warm enough to go all day without a hat.  It felt great.   Oh hairy me.  I played the CONGRATULATIONS card today.  I got back my haircuts.

I was instructed by Dr. R.O. today to get Domeboro to make a compress for the broken skin under my arm, which has gotten pretty raw and painful.  I am to put it on for 10 minutes, let it air dry and put the Silvadene on after, 3x a day.  This is supposed to help with healing.  My friend L who is another of my women-in-the-know said with compassion that it gets worse before it gets better.  I can see other areas where the skin is starting to break down.  This was my last regular visit with Dr. R.O.  We will have a follow up in 1 month.  Post script: the Domeboro really does give some relief, I’m happy to say.

 1 minute of radiation left.  The cheesebread for radiation staff is cooling right now, the house smells great.  I go to see the herbalist tomorrow afternoon for an end of treatment review, maybe a change in my herb mix is in store.  Other follow up visits start nextweek.