Too Early to Gloat

My hair is now coming out in (small) handfuls, and I confess to feeling a tad less brave about not getting a wig. I have lots of hair to start with and the loss doesn't show—yet. My pride may get the better of me.

The discomfort factor is also on the rise. Dr. V. whispered behind his hand one day last week that perianal pain is the worst. The discomfort factor isn't going to get any better until this whole mess is over. Not since I was a kid looking forward to Christmas has a particular date—October 1, the last day of radiation—been so eagerly awaited. My oncologist tells me that I will have October to recover. A whole month? Whew.

Mom picked a couple of dahlias from my garden this morning. They are gracing my office desk now. So cheerful.

Love,
Katie