New Hairdo

Me and my dad Fall of 1975.

Now back at home for the first time in a week, we began to settle in as a family and into a new routine with the addition of cancer.  Each person had to deal with the change and accept different responsibilities.


Things were changing for me and my appearance began to show it quickly.  Besides starting to look physically weak and sick, my hair began to fall out.

My dad added a comment at the end of the "Discharged" post.  He had one of the tougher daily chores to accept.

1 comments:

twood said...

I would clean your hair up off the pillow, wondering if you would ever have hair again.

My next round of chemotherapy would begin January 25th. 

Fall of 1975