..You would never know...

I had my monthly shot yesterday, the one that puts my ovaries to sleep.  There are a few perks from this.  Mainly, no more monthly visitors and believe me when I tell you that I don't miss those.  Nope.  Not one bit.

 

Last year, one of my doctors (a man of course) told me that I might want to think about having my ovaries removed because "It's going to be a pain in the ass to come in once a month for that shot."  Oh really?  And the raging hormones, major surgery, mustache growth, weight gain, crying for no reason, permanently chopped up and scarred (as if I NEED MORE SCARS)... rendered permanently infertile...that would not be inconvenient at all...would it now?

(Did I mention raging hormones?)

I must point out that he was right.  It is a major pain in the ass, (and quite literally because that's where they give me the shot) to do this.  And it's time for me to just admit that I hate going back there.  I hate being weighed, I hate getting my blood pressure, I hate the smell of the doctor's office, I hate seeing bald people, I hate being reminded of all of it..and I wish I didn't have to go there at all, much less once a month.

But I go because I know that if it does get to be too much, I can just stop, and things go back to normal.  If I have my ovaries removed, I very well can't put them back in.  Can I?  Plus, the estrogen that my ovaries produce, just might fire up them cancer cells...and we wouldn't want that..would we?

It's strange because aside from these shots, I would never remember that I was so sick, that nearly two years ago I truly thought I was going to die.  Now I have a new job where nobody knows I was sick, and my hair is getting long, and still curly.  A few co-workers ask about the curly hair.  They ask if it's natural.  I tell them it is.  It's been well over a year, and is showing no signs of growing straight. 

Speaking of hair, I'm getting my second hair cut post chemo today. I get my hair done in a salon in Brighton Beach.  The first time I got my hair done there was at least six months before I got sick.  I had been keeping my hair fairly short but had decided to let it grow long so I didn't get a hair cut for awhile.  Then I got sick, started chemo and all my hair fell out.

Two months ago I walked into the same salon to schedule my first post chemo hair cut.  The Russian girl behind the desk (after first trying to speak to me in Russian) asks me if I want my hair done by Josef because he did my hair last time.  "Well is he good with curly hair?" I ask.  She looks at me incredulously "He's done your hair before." to which I replied, "Yes, but I have since had cancer, had chemo, lost all my hair, and it's curly now.  It wasn't curly before".

Awkward pause..

"He's good with curly hair." she tells me.