May 15
Blogging the cancer: hair and fingers…
You might have noticed that I am not being as prolific as I am normally of late. That is because one of the side-affects of the chemo is that the end of my fingers (and toes) are pretty sensitive and prone to cracking/bleeding. Not that it has curtailed that much of my writing as Kim does quite a mean taking dictation. She is able to turn my ramblings into the written word with great aplomb. As a result I am writing a bit less but doing a bit more reviewing.
My transformation into werewolf continues nicely with much of my face now covered with very black and thick hair. Its not soft peach fuzz either, but stiff hair you would find on a dog’s face. They tell me it all goes away once I finish chemo. Shedding this lot will be interesting to experience.
It has inspired some lyrics…
Chemo Wolf
She called me a Full Moon Man
But does she see Im a hairy man\As Zevon sang
Werewolves of London
Are at it again
Trader Vics and all that Jazz
Lee Ho Fooks and all that rocksHair on my face
Clear skin not a trace
The Moon is calling me
Calling me to run freeIm a chemo wolf
The poison drew me out
Hair is my proof
A Chemo wolfMy abject latency
Is now in acendancy
Yeah my ole latency
Out of dormancy
