My Daughter is Mad at Me

Becca, my youngest, is mad at me. Evidently, she doesn't want to have a bald-headed mama. I told her I'd get to wear all kinds of cool hats; she said hats aren't cool, they're just...(she couldn't think of a word and became frustrated). Okay, so she's probably really not mad at me, she's just scared and confused, and angry at the cancer/that I have it. I understand and am dealing with it. The truth is, that not all chemo drugs cause alopecia. However, after doing some research last night, I learned that the typical chemo regimine used to treat the type of cancer that I have, does cause alopecia. There are ways of minimizing it; maybe not lose all of the hair, but that involves chemo treatments in smaller doses, and spaced further apart. I just want to get everything over and done with. Besides...I don't want to have to be going back and forth to Duluth (120 miles round trip) any more than I have to. David will be taking FMLA to get me to most of my appointments, and if needed, then...we'll have to rely on volunteer drivers. Fortunately, and again from what I've researched, it looks like chemo is only once every three or four weeks so that's good. In the meantime, I'll be working on some chemo hats. I haven't found any specific pattern that I'm totally "in love" with, but I have a few ideas. My head is a bit larger than average and I have a round face. Beanies/skull caps do NOT look good on me :-). I love to knit, but have rarely made anything for myself. Making a chemo cap or two gives me something to look forward to, and it's fun. And did I mention that I have a nice, new pair of knitted socks? David made them for me.