The Leukemia Diaries, Part 2 – The Makeover Edition
Not everything that’s gone on during my hospital stay has been purely medical. I’ve lost plenty of weight since I entered the hospital, mostly from loss of muscle tone, so my legs and arms have gotten pretty lean, and my ribs are starting to show. :( I feel like my entire stay so far has been a transformation sequence of sorts.
With my lowered immune system, the doctors want me to avoid ending up with any breaks in the skin, so we’ve been careful. I can’t shave, I can’t pluck my eyebrows, all that jazz. When I mentioned that my braces were poking the inside of my upper lip, all my doctors immediately viewed it as a threat and scheduled a trip to the in-hospital dentist like there was no tomorrow. XD I’ve had my braces for five years, since I kept missing dentist appointments, so they were long overdue for removal. Of course, the dentist had to be careful not to wound my gums, so she had to do a bit of scraping to really get rid of all the cement that had held my brackets on pretty well for years. D8
So I suddenly found myself with no more metal in my mouth. No longer struggling to brush food outta my braces!
I think the most common thing people know about chemotherapy is that there will be hair loss. My doctors warned me about this early on, and I’ve come to terms with it. I’ve spent a good part of the last year growing out my hair, but if it’s part of the recovery process, then I won’t cry over it. I’ve been blessed with thick hair, and I know it’ll grow back. I will have an excuse to wear all my wigs, woohoo! <3
I decided to cut my hair because it was already falling off in bunches and my bed always looked like a Japanese horror movie set. XD
My hair already reached my waist when I’d been admitted, but I decided to Mulan it off. I thought I could just tie it all together and run scissors right through it. Two words: BAD IDEA. I’m currently pretty weak, so I could barely hack through my hair. My dad had to take over and cut through most of it, but he let me do the last cut (which I posted on Instagram). Then he proceeded to “polish” it by evening it out. He did a pretty good job, I think. Since all my hair’s gonna fall out anyway, I went with an asymmetrical cut for kicks. May as well have fun with it while it’s there. :P
My family and I try to take things lightly when we can, and it’s stuff like these that have brought us closer together during this trying time. Aside from the physical makeover, I’m glad that I get to spend time with my parents.