The Sky is Falling... ummmm Nope... It's Just My Hair.

So last night I was sitting chatting with a fellow cancer fighter who was steeling herself for chemo today and we were talking general inane crap when we were pondering when my very thick hair would start to shed. My scalp has been itchy and irritated for days. Next minute I casually ran my hand through my hair as you do....... and there in my hand would have been about 2 dozen hairs..... Shit.

I have to admit, I knew it was coming, I had been warned, but it still made my heart skip a beat.

This was the next big step. This is where I go from someone who looks fine, who you would walk past in the street and not tell the battle my family and I are facing, and I would become "that person". I would be recognisable as a cancer patient. Shit Poo Bum.

I had a sook and a little cry in the shower this morning. But then, the big girl undies came out... again. And I pulled them on... again. And got on with the day... again. I put my plans into overdrive. Kiah and Lilly came over and took me to spotlight, and we picked up some fabric to make groovy hats to keep my head warm in the cooler months, practiced a bit of scarf tying, and then I did the unthinkable. I asked my poor daughter to take nude boob photos of her mum. She took it in her stride and to her credit, did an amazing job. We even got Rick involved and anyone who knows Rick, knows he likes having his photo taken about as much as Clive Palmer enjoys a good interview with Kochie about his floundering failed factory up north. (If you missed that interview, go find it. It was a good barney). I had thought about asking Michael to do the photograph... but well.. asking my son to position my hands over my nipples properly... well there's just some things you don't ask you son to do. I think he'll agree with that ;)

So here they are... a massive thank you to my gorgeous daughter. Her bravery in doing this was not unnoticed. The girls, my hair and the love of my life. xxx