Not the dog’s fault

My dog Roxie is fluffy. I mean she is super fluffy. She also has the ability to generate mass by growing and shedding hair. This hair gathers together in tumbleweeds and will expose itself, blowing across the floor like an old west town signaling, it’s time to Hoover (or vacuum if you live in the US).

Since my treatment started, Roxie isn’t the only one shedding hair.

I was told my hair would start to thin right around my second treatment, so I scheduled the obligatory head shave for the Thursday after my second treatment. Well my hair had other ideas.

I first noticed a bit of “thinning” on Sunday. I was showering before travelling to Chester to look at a car. I could feel it down my back as the water was washing over me. I dried my hair and while the brush had more than normal amount. I was ok and made it to Chester and bought a Mazda MX-5 (Miata) convertible.

Tuesday was the same. With a bit more in the brush. So I cancelled the following weeks head shave and moved it up to Friday. Thursday, the day before. I made my mistake.

I washed my hair. I knew immediately as I shampooed it, what a drastic mistake that was. It tangled and matted, and no amount of conditioner or coconut oil or tears could help me. I spent 2 hours crying and trying to detangle it without pulling it all out. Luckily my friend Glenn was available to talk to me. He lives in Austin, Texas. It was 4 in the morning there, but he got up and cried with me and eventually made me laugh. I don’t know how he did it. But I was stronger after speaking with him.

I was able to detangle the hair on my head, and I put the matted hair into a cage so the birds could use it for a nest.

I made it to lunch with a very good friend of mine. A talented photographer named Guy. Amazingly he took the last pictures of me with hair, and he managed to make me look good.

I can’t explain how important it is to have friends and family around for support, courage, to cry with you as well as not letting you dwell.