23th July 2022

The first day of chemo, when I said no to the cold cap, the nurse kindly whispered the following as a warning: “on the 18th day dear you will be bald, just so you are prepared”. That’s oddly specific, I thought and made a mental note that on the 23rd of July I’ll be “Gru with boobs” as my darling minion crazed children decided to call me (hopefully the focus is on the baldness rather than the pointy nose?😬😅).

Well folks, it’s the 23rd of July, my hair has been falling out a little, but I ain’t bald. In fact I shaved my head because my hair is so spiky that it felt as if I was sleeping on a hedgehog cuddling a hard toothbrush.

If by the last hours of today I lose my hair completely, I shall update you all, but so far, it seems my hair is as stubborn as me and I will take that as a win💪😉❤️