It’s week six since my last chemo and finally, a shadow of fuzz is starting to grow. The texture is fine, baby soft. Much unlike the coarse, thick hair I am used to. Perhaps that phase comes later. Regardless, I feel as if my life can now start. A positive sign of renewed growth. Funny how that little thing changes one’s perspective.
I’ve even caved and bought various oils and vitamins to encourage hair growth. Pantothenic acid, B vitamins, castor oil. My nails are especially benefitting nicely. However, there’s a saying that one should never watch a pot of water boil. Watching hair grow is worse. I drove my family members crazy with my daily, “Do I have hair yet?”
I’ve checked my lashes for any sign of growth and find minute ones at the base, all growing in unison. I am a bit shocked to also find bits of peach fuzz on my eyelid as well. I hope they don’t become hairy too. I see the headlines now. Werewolf Lady Alive. Be careful what you wish for.