Taking the heavy shedding last week as a sign of what I would experience after Chemo dose#4 yesterday, I went home to spend the evening working with scissors and razors to take it all off.
As I would pull a lock away from my head to cut it down to shavable length, a chunk of the lock pull out of my head rather easily, no pain at all, like an extremely loose tooth. "That would have been all in your bed," says my Aunt. I'm glad I didn't leave myself to make this decision at 5am this morning.
Couldn't find my buzz trimmer to save my life, then halfway though realized it was probably "packed" in a two year old gesture toward selling my home that didn't pan out. Well, I wasn't about to go digging at 10pm with a half-shaved head. So I just worked at it, showered twice in hot water to open my pores then took a dry towel to scrubb my scalp, pulling large portions of stubble out that were ready to fall anyway.
My aunt helped with the final portions of the back and especially around my neck where my hair was thickest and grew in six different directions.
All said and done with my head, I realized the the peach fuzz on my face was now extremely prominant. I had to get rid of my mutton chops--yikes!