Head shaving, take 2

Before

According to the Supercuts card in my wallet, my last haircut was May 15 last year.  Only my hairdresser doesn't know for sure. 

Heidi tired of the hair coming off in the shower, on her clothes, on the pillow, on the street, etc.  There is so much hair along our 1/2 mile walk to the clinic you can follow it like breadcrumbs.  Okay, that's an exaggeration.  But it does make it easier to grip the mossy hills without barb wire on my feet.  I might still be exaggerating, but I'm never sure.
 

My poor beard-trimmer clipper really struggled through two heads.  But I think we did okay.  I made a couple videos, but they have much less pomp and minimal circumstance compared to the previous hair cutting session at UMC in Tucson.  Maybe because I didn't play The Stripper while we clipped.  Maybe because there weren't any nurses joining in the fun.  Definitely less pomp and much less circumstance.  But still a lot of hair everywhere in the apartment.  If we were at home in Tucson, we could have gone out in the backyard and let the hair become mulch.  Here we vacuum and sweep everything that gets cut.

 

Hmmmm . . . should I shave my face too?



If we were in Tucson, Heidi would be on her third week in the hospital.  Different rules here.  And perhaps different premedication to prevent complications. 



Speaking of not being in the hospital, did everyone notice Heidi is not in the hospital?  Remarkable.  She had nearly constant 100+ fevers during induction chemotherapy.  Nothing this time, so far.  If she can make it to the weekend, the new bone marrow should kick in and start generating a new immune system.  Nothing is guaranteed, but it does look possible.

We befriended a 30-something couple our first week here.  The woman, who is the patient, looked fit and healthy.  Heidi described her as pretty, but I didn't notice.  I did notice her thick mohawk.  Who wouldn't?  We hadn't seen her for weeks and wondered what happened.  Finally caught up with her at the clinic yesterday, sans mohawk.  She had her transplant and stayed in the hospital for three weeks.  Much thinner now.  Definitely took a toll on her.  But she's on the upside now.

Yes, Alex, I trimmed my ear hair too



 My burgeoning career as a fake doctor took a hit yesterday.  Heidi has been getting weird skin blotchiness and redness and mottled patterns.  Meeting with the Blue Team yesterday, she pointed out this dark patch on her neck.  The nurses looked.  The doctor looked.  They opined it is probably from the Treosulfan (a chemo drug) and is nothing to worry about.  Since having a Master's degree made me imminently qualified to play a doctor on TV (or at least at the apartment), I immediately piped in that I thought it was leprosy.  Julie the ever-astute P.A. retorted quickly that I should stick to missiles and leave the diagnoses to the medical staff.  Oh well, I still have a chance to be a fake nurse.