That lasted for about one month because I had to endure two more chemotherapy treatments and true to form, my hair started falling out about three weeks after the first treatment. I think it was even harder to lose my hair the second time than it was the first time. By then the vanity of the situation was not the problem, it just seemed that the new hair was so hard won. Well, back to the razor and shaving cream. It was still short enough to just get rid of it before it ended up all over the house.
Experience does make one smarter.
For some reason, the last two chemo treatments did not make me as sick as the first one. However, I couldn't help feeling going for a treatment was like planning on having the flu. Because of my previous commitments to teach, I had to have no delays in the last chemos. This required that I have daily injections of a white blood cell stimulator. Jim, who always went faint at the site of a needle, now decided he would administer those injections to me.