Now, if my email inbox is anything to go by – particularly following my brief appearance on the BBC 10 O’clock news on Monday night – I’m overdue an update. The one thing I didn’t think about when the TV crew came round insisting that I drink copious amounts of tea (oh, yes, they got the measure of me pretty quickly), was that the last time I posted a picture of myself publicly, I had very little hair. Now, however, while still short and not yet what you’d call a style, there is something resembling hair on my head. And, on Monday night, it feels like the whole world got a quick look.
To track my journey from bald chemo shine to, hopefully, a nice pixie crop and beyond (although I think I may be short forever now), I have been taking photos on the 18th of every month to celebrate being a month further away from my last poisoning on 18 July.
Here’s me in August (still bald with only the smallest amount of fluff and no eyebrows or lashes):
Here’s me in September (with something darker than chicken fluff and a few stray eyebrows and lashes)
And here’s me just a week ago (with what I can only describe as a silky carpet of hair in a colour yet to be fully determined – plus eyelashes and a disorganised eyebrow).
I am delighted to report that Susie the wig is tucked away, the hairloss hats are waiting to be packed up into my cancer capsule (see lesson 158 to find out more) and I even got to towel-dry my hair the other day. If that isn’t progress, then I don’t know what is!
And that’s not all. Also deserving of a mention in these post-active treatment headlines is the exciting news that I today applied my first bit of mascara. Yes, it was hardly noticeable to anyone but me (and only because I applied it), but to me, it was yet another step away from the life that cancer tried to control. And, I am back to my pre-surgery, pre-Christmas 2011 weight. Every teeny weeny bit of progress gives me a reason to smile. And I am keen to do a lot of smiling over the coming weeks and months.
Of course, there’s still a way to go with the hair (any winter hat recommendations would be gratefully received), the hot flushes (the return to work means I am frequently sweating through my clothes on the tube), the sleep patterns (although the cold helps), the tiredness (am not sure it is fatigue but the yawning is constant) and the peripheral neuropathy (these weird hands and feet sensations are a little troublesome). I also still feel like I’m on a timer, trying to squeeze everything into my life before my sand runs through. But, I’m getting there – and that’s all that matters.
And, I’m ready for my next challenge. A trip to the swimming pool tomorrow…
Wish me luck!
7 thoughts on “Breast cancer lesson number 164: Here’s to a little thing called progress”
So lovely to hear your update xx
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I am so happy for you. My mother only lost the hair on the top of her head to cancer. But she also lost her life. She was not as fortunate as you.
Thanks Karen and so sorry to hear about your mum. Cancer causes so much sadness and I just hope that, one day, they will find a cure that can stop all this heartache. Best wishes to you. J x
Thank you for the update… Baby steps, but real steps, right?
How did the swimming pool treat you?
Thanks for your kind words everyone. Progress is certainly a great feeling. J x
And the swimming pool was amazing! Felt like I was me again. X