Knee Deep Blog

Breast Cancer Baldness and Emotional Connection

I just posted a new banner for this blog that includes some pictures of my big bald from two angles. Had you asked if I would do this back when my hair was first falling out I would have said, nope, don't think so.  I feel more comfortable hiding my chemo bald head under a hat or bandanna.

But, the but happened, I have gradually become more comfortable with my baldness and some times even feel and act bodacious (or would that be acting normal?) with my baldness both in private and in public.

How to Get Rid of Lice - A Mom's Fear

This post on our get rid of lice experience took me a few days to write...because I am full of it, also known as verbose to some and has another connotation to  a few others; and it took a while because I'm spending most of my free time cleaning, going to the hospital (for radiation), or I am in my yard getting the garden in which is my form of relaxation.  This was Eli the day we found out taking on the world.

Eli came down early one morning to ask what I am writing. I read most of it to him and he wanted to add a few words of his own. So I thought I'd start with his thoughts on lice.  Below are the steps we took to banish those darn critters.

A 5 year olds verbatim perspective on lice...

Radiation: 30 More To Go

Not including today, I have 30 more post chemo radiation appointments to go and several inches of hair to grow (hopefully most of them are on my head and other other places forget to grow) before I am considered "cured" of breast cancer.  Of course 3.5 months ago post lumpectomy the surgeon considered me "cured" too.  I'm not going to say who's right because it's all a frame of mind.

Some may say I'm not officially cured until I complete 5 years of hormone therapy (Tamoxifen from what I hear) without  recurrence.  My heart tells me I was done and "cured" post surgery and the rest is the just in case one of those little microscopic buggers (also know as a cancerous cell) escaped and decided to linger undetected some whereand create havoc when Ieast expect it.

Getting going on radiation took a while because I am special, just in case you didn't know that, I am special.  I am classified as stage 1 - some letters that I can't quite remember at this moment and don't seem too important but put me on the line of being stage 2, but all of my treatments are stage two protocol - chemo and full breast / partial chest radiation.