Daniel, my 14 year old brother, is in a phase. He rides his 4 wheeler all over the neighborhood at an alarming speed; and performs some alarming stunts (sans helmet!) all of which he assures me are perfectly safe. I hear myself sounding like a parent when i chide him for being irresponsible. Oh let us think back on all the ways i have assumed my invincibility! immaturity, say what you will. In a way, i still believe i’m invincible. and in this same way, i still find myself doubting what the doctors say about the cancer. I mean, i’m beginning to believe it enough to follow through with the chemotherapy. i haven’t decided to treat myself with crystals or wheat grass enemas or magic chinese needles (or noodles!). However, I’m still solidly cemented on the platform that i WILL NOT experience any side effects to the treatment. Side effects mentioned are surely just the reports of complainers, right?
Au contraire.. I report to you, fellow readers, that on the 14th day, as predicted by all medical journals and alarmist cancer blogs alike, the hair loss has begun.
No matter how cute i was as a bald baby, no matter how many cool scarves i buy, i just am not prepared.
especially not for the complete cold lack of understanding that comes from a gaggle of 14 year old boys.
