The past two chemo cycles have been a little less intense. We were home more, Phoebe wasn’t as sick and she even started to grow back her hair, eyebrows and eyelashes. It is amazing what a difference a little hair and eye lashes can make. Phoebe has looked older and much healthier than before.
Two weeks ago, however, she started up on a more intense regiment of chemo and they told us not to get too attached to the hair. Well, today I was cuddling with her on the couch and I noticed a little balding spot on the back of her hair. I grabbed a little bit of it in my hand and it just fell out.
Now don’t get me wrong, I know that this is one of the most benign symptoms of chemo treatment and with everything else going on in her body, her hair falling out is the least of her problems. But there is just something about it that makes me a little sad. I know it will grow back, and her cut hair bows fit better when she’s bald, but I guess it’s just a stark reminder of the severity of the battle that Phoebe faces and the war being waged inside her sweet little body.
On a happy note, the Fair family is reunited at last and we are all living under the same roof once again! The quiet, relaxed life that Phoebe and become accustom to was suddenly smashed when Deacon, Averic and Benjamin came crashing through the door Thursday night after being gone for 11 days. Now the house is more hectic, messy, rowdy and busy. Really, it’s just full of life again and I wouldn’t have it any other way.