My oncologist called me the other day to check in and make sure I was feeling alright as we begin the countdown to my next chemotherapy treatment, which will be on Tuesday.
“I’m doing well,” I said, “except that my hair is rapidly falling out. I mean, like, rapidly.”
“Yeah, it’s about that time,” she said. “Generally, about two weeks after the first treatment, the hair starts releasing.”
“Releasing” is the medical term for the way the poor, sad little strands come out when their little follicle homes are obliterated by the chemo drugs. It seems, to me, to be the most accurate term possible for the process. In many ways, this whole cancer experience has been about releasing. Releasing control. Releasing expectations. Releasing vanity. Releasing fear.
Due to the speed with which my hair began abandoning my scalp, I decided to come up with a measurement unit for…
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