I'm nothing without my eyebrows. They are perfectly thick, dark, round, clown brows. I do not pluck. My eyebrows are what other woman want. And I say this with truthful conceit. I know it because it was drummed into me by perfect strangers my whole life. And now they're falling off. My physical self-esteem dropping follicle by follicle at a rapid rate.
And, on top of that, my long eyelashes are going faster than donuts at a Weight Watchers convention. Luckily I have lots. Of eyebrow and eyelashes. So I'm hoping I don't lose them all. My grandmother used to collect her fallen hair and use it for buns. They did that in the old days. War mentality. I am considering collecting mine and supergluing them onto my skin. Trouble is a slip of the hand and I'm Frida Kahlo.
A quick, unscientific survey on Google (despite my doctors, nurses and mother telling me not to ever Google any of my symptoms for exactly the reasons I'm about to unleash) uncovered some women who were 6 months post Chemo and still eyebrowless. Even worse, I found a group of women whose hair, eyebrows and lashes never grew back. And they all pointed fingers at one of the Chemo drugs I'm using: Taxotere.
Now I know that getting rid of cancer trumps everything else. But sometimes you're tested. You're really, really tested. I mean what if I just snuck away? Maybe the cancer wouldn't know. I'm told it was a stupid cancer to begin with. A highly aggressive cancer that, by all logic, should have made its way to my lymphs, but was too dumb to figure out how. So maybe if I disguise myself and move it won't find me? And I'll get to keep my eyebrows.
The thing is that I'm a fighter. I've never been the kind of gal to just let things slide. And so, despite the now very real possibility that I'll lose the eyebrows I love, I'm going to carry on with Chemo because I have a list of things I love more: my husband; my kids; my family and my friends. Last night this was cemented in stone for me. The kind the mafia use. We were out at one of our favorite restaurants and there was a group of girls and boys in their prom outfits. They all looked like movie stars. I want to see my girls in their prom outfits. I want to spend ridiculous amounts of money on their dresses, hair and make-up. I want to see the boy who picks up my daughter in a Prius Limo and comes face to face with my 6ft8 giant of a husband laying down the law. The kind the mafia use.
Ultimately you don't fight cancer not to die, you fight for the memories you deserve to have when you eventually do.
A quick, unscientific survey on Google (despite my doctors, nurses and mother telling me not to ever Google any of my symptoms for exactly the reasons I'm about to unleash) uncovered some women who were 6 months post Chemo and still eyebrowless. Even worse, I found a group of women whose hair, eyebrows and lashes never grew back. And they all pointed fingers at one of the Chemo drugs I'm using: Taxotere.
Now I know that getting rid of cancer trumps everything else. But sometimes you're tested. You're really, really tested. I mean what if I just snuck away? Maybe the cancer wouldn't know. I'm told it was a stupid cancer to begin with. A highly aggressive cancer that, by all logic, should have made its way to my lymphs, but was too dumb to figure out how. So maybe if I disguise myself and move it won't find me? And I'll get to keep my eyebrows.
The thing is that I'm a fighter. I've never been the kind of gal to just let things slide. And so, despite the now very real possibility that I'll lose the eyebrows I love, I'm going to carry on with Chemo because I have a list of things I love more: my husband; my kids; my family and my friends. Last night this was cemented in stone for me. The kind the mafia use. We were out at one of our favorite restaurants and there was a group of girls and boys in their prom outfits. They all looked like movie stars. I want to see my girls in their prom outfits. I want to spend ridiculous amounts of money on their dresses, hair and make-up. I want to see the boy who picks up my daughter in a Prius Limo and comes face to face with my 6ft8 giant of a husband laying down the law. The kind the mafia use.
Ultimately you don't fight cancer not to die, you fight for the memories you deserve to have when you eventually do.
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Wow, Rob. All I can say. xxxx
ReplyDeletexxx back at ya.
DeleteBrilliant. More so than ever.We all love you back and so much more.And you are beautiful without any of the trappings more beautiful now than ever.
DeleteAnd it will all be fine 3 months from now You will see!
I love you mom. But you have to think I'm beautiful. You're my mum.
DeleteCould it be possible as well that your mum is telling the truth? After all mums know best even though daughters find that hard to accept.
DeleteI love this blog the best I think.. it is beautifully written, raw, vulnerable yet strong as rock.. Mafia rock that is.... Love ya!
Keep up your fighting spirit Robs- love Ronnie xxxxxxxxx
ReplyDeleteThanks Ron. :)
DeleteBeautifully written -- beautiful woman. Much love.
ReplyDeleteI Chemo for you.
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DeleteHello. I found your blog on the message board and I am glad I did. I am a couple of weeks behind you in treatment for also an aggressive but "confused" cancer. You are spot on with "fighting for the memories. . . ". I can't wait to see how my life will look 5-10-25 years from now and I am sure not going to let some dumb cells, tingling fingers, bald head and whatever else comes my way keep me from seeing the whole show! I look forward to more of your posts.
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Hi. I hear you. I'm so looking forward to just being normal. You can read backwards on my blog to see how things unravel. For the record I bought a wig but have never worn it. I wear caps and scarves. Also I take Claritin for the Neulasta shot and it really helps.
DeleteRobs - you are incredible! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Jeff! :)
DeleteThanks for making me cry over my morning coffee. Honey pie, you are and always will be one of the most exquisite girls I know. Eyebrows or not. If they don't grow back we'll stick them back on. And bling them. And then patent it. And then get rich. Logo to follow.
ReplyDeletebling brow. I like it! xxx
DeleteReading your blog makes me choke up, laugh and pretty much run the full range of emotions, Robs. You're inspiring and moving at the same time. Thinking of you and praying that confused cancer of yours buggers off soon.
ReplyDeleteThanks. :)
DeleteYou know what? I am glad I had cancer, I'm glad that I went through 6 months of chemo and all the horrible things that get included in the "all expenses paid package deal", because I now know how strong I truly am, I know where my priorities lie, I look at people and life differently and I treasure every day because it is my blessing not my right. Your last sentence in this blog is the one that will stay with you...remember it.
ReplyDeleteWell said!
DeleteLook to a life of courage and hope and joy .
We must enjoy as much as we are able to because who knows what is in store tomorrow for any of us.
It does change how you see things thats for sure. I really don't sweat the small stuff anymore. It just doesn't matter.
DeleteWell, to counter those worst case scenarios you found on Google - I can tell you that my brows & lashes were the first bits of hair to grow back. (Even sooner than my armpit hair) It was a freaking good day when I realized they were returning. And today my eyebrows are thick & full as ever.
ReplyDeleteI hope the same happens for you. ~Catherine
Oh I do hope so Catherine. So far they are still hanging on, but if they do all fall out you have given me hope they'll grow back first!
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DeleteChemo is really bad, I feel for you and your family. I have a friend with cancer and continuously sending her helpful links so thought I would share this link with you as well. Just remember, cancer needs sugar to thrive, so NO SUGAR! Diet change is a MUST!
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Sending you lots of love and healing energy. Get better soon! XXXX
Thanks for sharing. I do try avoid sugar and dairy but I cheat with chocolate. Can't help myself!
DeleteYou are amazing....keep writing and we will keep reading, we are waiting for more...and we are praying for you ...p.s. i am leanne's friend in israel
ReplyDeleteYou are amazing....keep writing and we will keep reading, we are waiting for more...and we are praying for you ...p.s. i am leanne's friend in israel
ReplyDeleteLove the blog! I just finished my last chemo a week ago (4 AC and 4 Taxol). My eyelashes and eyebrows started falling out with the second Taxol which is worse than losing my hair...I wear a wig so people can't tell my hair is gone but it's hard to hide my missing eyelashes and eyebrows. Looking forward to getting them back and hoping yours return quickly!
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Thanks BC warrior. I have yet to wear my very expensive wig. I'm just doing caps and scarves. Funnily enough my hair has started growing back and I've still got one session to go. So holding thumbs it grows quickly after it falls out...again!
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