WARNING: This particular entry may be a little "T.M.I." for some of you. If so, I'm sorry, but this blog is about sharing the true, uncensored stories of my journey in cancer land. So you can stop reading if any of this makes you uncomfortable.
I first noticed it while taking a shower this morning. I looked down and... OH NO!! I'm losing my pubic hair!! My nether regions appear to be reverting back to their prepubescent state! Now, I've been told that being bald "down there" is all the rage with teenage girls and 20-somethings. I personally don't like it one bit. My feeling is that we grow pubes for a reason, and they are a natural part of being a mature, adult woman. So for me, looking like I have the private parts of a 10 year old girl has been rather upsetting. In fact, since losing my hair (on my head), I've been feeling less and less womanly and less and less attractive. Having cancer and going through chemotherapy makes you feel about as sexy as a big ol' heap of poo. The thought of "getting it on" sounds about as much fun as eating that big ol' heap of poo. I'm sure that once I have surgery and they lop off one or both of my breasts these feelings will only get worse. Poor Mr. Pincushion... It's going to be a very LONG year for him. Thankfully, he's very understanding. I wonder if men lose their pubic hair when they have chemotherapy? Actually, I don't even want to think about that.
As a side note, tomorrow I begin what is rumored to be the slightly more tolerable chemotherapy called Taxol. I'll be doing this once a week for the next three months. Can't wait!!
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