The Hair Chronicles

The view from our porch

In the months following our previous head shaving escapades, many people inquired why my hair was so long and Heidi's was not.  The answer to that question is very obvious now.  I have a fine stubble growing out uniformly.  Heidi's stubble from a few days ago is just getting thinner.  Over the next week, the little hair she has will disappear while mine will continue to grow.  I know, it's unfair.  But it's worse for you, because if you have nice hair, Heidi now hates you.

I have no bald head photos to illustrate this progression, at least no photos that have been cleared for public consumption. 


Heidi pointed a camera at me—her fault





On the Blue team at SCCA, Heidi is getting a rock star reputation.  When told of this yesterday I had to ask, "is that a rock star like Meatloaf or a rock star like Mick Jagger?"  Neither choice seemed a good answer.  But that is the reputation she is getting here.  Her appetite is getting better and she is still walking every day to the clinic and back. 

Today is Day 13 and still no fever or the other f's.  Only one transfusion so far and that was for platelets.  Since then her platelets have been holding steady.  That could be a sign that her bone marrow is starting to work. 

Her magnesium is still getting hammered by the Tacrolimus.  We are pumping in 2 bags of magnesium sulfate every day now.  It means I'm getting just crazy-good with the syringes.  The way I understand it, she swallowed the chemo to catch the cancer, she swallowed the Tacrolimus to catch the GvH, she swallowed the magnesium to catch the Tacrolimus, she swallowed the spider to catch the fly, and I don't know why . . . you know the rest.  Except in this case the progression is 20 pills long.  Twenty and counting.