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7/22

Rainy weekend. We decided not to go to Maine, and to stay home instead.

I started losing hair last weekend. Even though I hoped that skipping one chemotherapy would somewhat slow down the hair loss, it was wishful thinking. Even my son, who kept saying "I do not see any difference" did not say anything this morning when he looked at me.

Even though the hair loss sounds awful, it is not a big deal; it is simply a nuisance. So much hair is scattered on the sheets and the pillow cases, and more falls out when you wash your hair. It is becoming my routine to roll the lint remover over the bed every morning.

I know that my hair will come back after the treatment, and I heard that sometimes a grey-haired person can regrow ahead of full-colored hair. I am secretly hoping that I will have the black hair back, instead of my partly grey hair, which I have been hiding all the while.

A more serious problem is food. After the nausea was caused by the chemotherapy, I have been able to eat only Japanese food. Since nobody in my family can cook Japanese food, I have to cook them. Maybe because I cook the food myself, I get sick of it very quickly. If I eat the same food twice, I do not want to even think about that particular food. The treatment will go on for another three weeks. Eating will continue to be my biggest challenge.