Monday, February 11, 2008

Gone Daddy Gone

That's it! I couldn't take it anymore.

I've cut my hair. All of the frazzled, dry, thinned out craptastic chemo hair is gone. My full, luscious, ringlet-curls have returned.

I look a little like a 20's flapper. But with an extra 40 lbs of chemo-steroid weight on my cute kewpie doll figure. (Sigh. That's my next project.)

In any event, it feels good to leave one more vestige of cancer behind.

I have my 9 month post-chemo CT scan tomorrow. Let's all say it together, "Fuck Cancer."


Sugarmouth O'Riordan said...

Fuck yeah.

Good luck with your scans tomorrow--glad to hear that they don't include a colonoscopy and that lovely gallon of The Devil's Gatorade.

Anonymous said...

FUCK CANCER! Wish I could see the new do. You know how you in short hair turns me on. Donna