…Gone tomorrow. Twenty-one days to the day. That’s how long it took for CPT-11 to start its dirty work. Maggie and I were sitting upstairs on the couch late this evening, appreciating our special time together, talking about our day and watching House when she showed me the first clumps. It wasn’t much. Maybe 10-15 hairs. But we know these signs. We traveled this road before. The hair loss has begun.
Last time it was almost exactly 60 days from the start of treatment until we had the head shaving party. Looking forward, apparently we’ve got another bald Halloween coming up. That’s two in a row. I’ll take as many as I can get, with or without hair. Trick or treat.