I got a haircut today and, as usual, we took a minute to schedule my next appointment.
We counted six weeks out, which was perfect timing — right before my departure to Sacramento for the bone marrow transplant.
Except then it hit me — after they collect my stem cells I’ll be receiving a high dose of chemotherapy, which will result in losing my hair. Soooo…that would sort of negate the need for a haircut the week before, wouldn’t it?
Definitely a surreal moment.