Babushkas

So as you know I made it to day 14, but my doctor was right. I was bound and determined to be the one patient that could prove her wrong about losing hair to chemo. Turns out I was wrong and she knew what she was talking about. Duh. So because my hair was so thick, I lost a lot of it before it became noticeable. Eventually it did and it had to go. While losing my hair, I was traumatized. Seriously. Every time I touched my head clumps of hair would leave it. I think it was worse than losing my boobs. Isn't that strange? I would have thought it to be the other way around. So Monday night was "D-Day" for me. It took two really great friends and a glass of wine. And now, we all (yes, you read that right) look like Sinéad O'Connor or GI Jane, whichever your preference. But I have to say, I am not as traumatized anymore. I think it was harder to make the decision and have my hair fall out, but as as several someones have said, I won. So, now I have a bubushka on my head, tied in the back of course! And you know what, I kinda rock the look! :)