Nice Knowing You Were Hair

Well, recently, the 5-FU pump is starting to kick me in the ass a little.  I am WAY more tired than I think is fair (stomp), keeping food down is a little more challenging and the best part is this:

I compiled this little happy, hairy tribble yesterday at work.  Yes, the hair has decided that this has been fun and all but it's OUTTA HERE.  So, basically we are counting down the time until I go all J.I. Jane.  There is something fundamentally Freudian about parts of yourself falling off.  It gives you a creepy vibe and that's putting it mildly.  I suppose now we just place bets each night on the amount of hair I can brush out into the sink.  The betting pool is now open, please wear your safety gear and remember, no running.  Pictures will follow of the grand event, hopefully this may boost our ratings :P

Claire came with me to the last pump re-fill.  I love that I actually have something in common with a car now.  BEEP.  I asked her if she was happy that she came and her response was, "Yes, and ewwww."  I'm guessing that watching them pull the needle out of my port and then put another one back in might have been a tad weird but she wanted to know what all the hubbub was about and now she does.  Normally, they don't let children back there, you know, chemo chemicals floating all over the place and we don't want her slipping in a puddle of cisplatin or anything, but they put us off to the side and let her watch.  Really a wonderful group of people over there.

Love you all~