Time for the Buzzcut

"Where is your bike?" asked my hairdresser. She had gotten used to seeing me arrive on my bike over the years, and even let me bring it inside and lean it up against the hair care display. As expected from the chemotherapy, my hair had been falling out over the past week.  In the beginning I managed to hold it together with generous helpings of hair gel. But the day before Caroline tried to run her fingers through my hair and lifted off a large clump, so it was time to go in and get the Cut. For a moment I had a mohawk, then it was all gone. Now it just feels cool and clean.

My parents roots in Greece come from agronomists (farmers) on my father's side, and sea captains on my mother's side. I couldn't see myself wearing a large farmers hat all day, so I chose the Greek seafarer or fisherman's hat, nicely customized for comfort by Caroline.

As far as health goes, I am feeling pretty good right now, enjoying the view and responding to emails and having meals with the family. I even finished my second novel yesterday, which is a rarity for me.  The fever has been a little more persistent than expected, but all the tests for infection are negative and the plan is to hit me with more chemo next week, which should resolve the fever. I had my BMT consult yesterday and we will be starting with tests on my brother and sister for a match. Fingers crossed.

Next week is a big family week also, with our son's return from McGill after his first year there, and our
daughter's graduation from High School. Household preparations are expectedly busy, with a visit to Costco anticipated. Continued thanks for wellwishes and blog comments...( I think you have to create a google account)