Well today was the grand finale and I even got a diploma. I wanted to cross out radiation and put “third degree burn” therapy based on my armpit from last week.
I was all proud and happy and when I texted Tomas he said “cool now you can get a job as a radiation patient.” I saw my oncologist Monday and he said I will start Tamoxifen (hormone therapy) in two weeks and will be on it for several years. I asked about follow up scans and he said not unless there’s a problem. And what constitutes a problem you may ask? Any symptom that is new, unexplained, persistent or progressive. Huh. Well since I’m pushing 50 I notice all that stuff ALL THE TIME. I was hoping for something a little more specific but I guess this is my new world and I’m going to have to find a way to live in it.
On the hair front there’s good news, bad news and worse news.
The good- it’s growing in pretty fast now, the bad- it’s all gray and still kind of bald at the temples, not unlike Bobby Hill (and it’s kind of growing in fauxhawkish too). The worse- my hairdresser said I had to wait a few more months to color it or it could come out orange. Right now it looks and feels like baby bird feathers. Gray ones. I suppose I don’t want to end up with a head full of orange bird feathers. She texted me a bunch of photos about gray hair being all awesome and trendy. Who knew? Here’s an interesting article:
However, I’m still coloring it as soon possible, as soon as I’m out of the orange danger zone. I guess I’m not that trendy. #grannyhair