Love Her Eyes and Her Wild Wild Hair
Ok, gang members, get out your microscopes
and polish those lenses: it's time once
again for our regular Monday morning hair
patrol.
Last Monday
Today
As you can see (if the light is right
and you squint and focus really really
hard), the fuzz is coming along
nicely. It's getting longer and
filling in some of the bare patches.
It's even starting to show some very
(very) light brown pigmentation.
And it's the softest thing I've ever
touched, not at all bristly or
stiff. It feels like a baby bunny, so
sweet I can't stop running my hands over
it obsessively. I love it!
Now if only I could actually see
the damn stuff. Ah well, maybe next week.
Stay tuned.
posted by Lymphopo at Monday, February 12, 2007
8 Comments:
I was not squinting at all, and MAN is your hair growing fast!
Before you know it, you'll have just as much as you did before this whole thing started.
I think that this is a great weekly collumn. It would be awesome if you had one day a week for your weight lifting too.
When my mama's hair grew back, it was thicker, shinier, and more luxurious than it had ever been before. So get your compulsive haircutting scissors ready!
Fuzzy little duckling!
Aloha!
This isn't a comment about this particular posting but rather an observation on your blog and a request for you to consider.
I've got a nasty, recurrent cancer and you've helped me laugh through some tough times. While your other readers and I rejoice with the hopeful prognosis you may now have, I selfishly fear that my family and I will lose the bright moments that spinningtumor.blogspot has brought us should you wrap up this blog.
Rarely have I read words that have made me laugh out loud so regularly (and cry). My family and friends share my opinion.
I'm writing to ask you to consider contacting a publisher so your gift could be offered to folks who like to curl up with a book of musings that can make them laugh and think.
Barring copyright issues, I'll bet you could just lift the whole blog and publish it, as observations of a cancer blogger with an attitude.
I'd love to see postings from other readers who feel as I do.
I don't think God gave either of us cancer. But he or she surely gave you a gift.
Tia (in Honolulu)
Look at that baby hair grow!
After chemo, my husband's hair grew in curlier than before. We joke that his hair is only 23 years old, which explains why, at 47, he has so much less gray than I do.
Elizabeth,
I just sat here reading your whole blog from the beginning and sniffling (I have a cold, ok?). I'm so happy to hear about your latest triumph against the evil cancer. Go Rituxan!
Earl passed along your hello along to the berkeley conf. You're still very much part of this town, no matter how long you've been gone.
Thanks so much for sharing your stories and pictures.
Bye, bye bald head!
Liz,
You've griped about your curly hair so long....It's gonna come in straight as a board!
Kevbo
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