On the day my new boob came in the mail, my hair started falling out.
My prosthesis and my new bras arrived yesterday. Up until now, I had been using the padding from my post-surgical camisole tucked into the shelf bra of my regular Costco brand camisoles, which worked most of the time, but not well. The pad often slipped out of place at awkward moments, causing me to constantly have to tug on my shirt. It was not an elegant solution, but it was all I had.
I tried the prosthesis on with one of my new bras after dinner, and immediately, I felt better. My posture improved instantly. Suddenly, the fatigue and undefinable discomfort I had had since the surgery melted away. The bras fit wonderfully.
I realized during my fitting that in my whole life, I had never had a bra that fit properly. I’d been sized but was never shown how to put one on or how to know if one fit right.
I laughed to see my new breast, there in a box. I was thinking about how to tweet it. I was considering all the jokes I could make when I ran my hand through my hair and noticed more than a few strands clinging to my fingers.
I knew it was going to happen, and I know it’s temporary, but I was thinking about the stories I’d heard from other survivors who said they didn’t really lose much hair. I was hoping I might be spared the hair loss to a degree. Today, my hair is still mostly all there, but I know by the weekend it will be noticeably thinner. Luckily, my mom sent me a bunch of hats and a friend sent me a spare wig, so I’m covered, no pun intended.
I’m not looking forward to this stage of my recovery, but Ryan is so excited to see my bald head, it’s a little frightening.
I go in for my second dose of chemo tomorrow. Before every session, I will have to see Dr. Nguyen for a physical exam and a blood count, as I did yesterday. At the appointment, he explained that the pains that sent me to the emergency room on Friday were most likely a side effect of the Neupagen injections. I wish I’d known that before I’d gone in. I knew to expect some discomfort, but I was expecting something entirely different. The pain isn’t skeletal, as I’d imagined, but more muscular.
The good news is that now I know to expect it.