I had my first post-chemo haircut last week. I thought it would be emotional, but it wasn’t. It was just a haircut. I did enjoy having my hair washed by someone else: so decadent.
I’ve never been the sort of person who feels at home in salons, and can confirm that little has changed. The hairdresser did do a good job, though, and I am happy with it. It’s nearly 7 months since I finished chemo, and I am chuffed with my new hair.
And because there are simply not enough pouting selfies on tinternet, here is another one for you. ☺
I haven’t written a blog post in a while, mostly because normal life is tiring! It’s over a month now since radiotherapy finished, and I am enjoying being an ‘average’ human again.
I had a hospital appointment today and realised that I hadn’t been to my local hospital all year! Mad. Of course, I have earned many frequent flier miles at the Oxford one in 2016.
I was diagnosed soon after Easter last year, and the anniversary is fast approaching. We are going on a little family holiday soon, partly to celebrate the end of active treatment, and partly to treat the kids, who have not had an easy 12 months.
It’s my birthday next week. I have always loved birthdays, but I’ve never before been so happy about getting older. 😊
A couple of weeks after I finished the rads, two nasty red lines appeared on my collarbone. I thought it looked bad, but actually I got off lightly. Radiotherapy can cause permanent skin damage, such as burns and painful welts. If you don’t believe me, do a Google image search. But not right after a meal.
I have been warned that I may get more skin damage in the next few months, but I think it’ll be fine.
The first photo is when my burns appeared, a couple of weeks post-radiation (21 Feb) . This is when I decided to pray specifically for my skin to heal. The next photo was taken two days later. The third is from today (16 days after the original photo.) It doesn’t hurt at all now.