Day Sixty One

Still feeling good, if a little tired. The sick feeling has totally disappeared, I just have to watch out now for lurgies (another technical term). My parents came over today, Mum was shocked when I took off my hair but Dad took it really well. Apparently now I look like an evil mastermind out of James Bond. Mmmm. Mum is handling it ok most of the time, she is fretting a bit but it's her job. My friend found a strange mark on my head last night - no, it wasn't 666, but I am a bit worried about it. It looks like a brown polo mint for want of a better description. It may be a reaction to the chemo, I don't know, so I am going to get it checked out by the doctor as soon as possible. Wouldn't that be typical, the reason that I have had to go through all this is not because I have breast cancer but skin cancer and the only way for me to find out was to lose my hair! Oh dear! In danger of becoming paranoid here!