Crisis in the Gorge!

If one were to list all the side effects of chemotherapy and radiation, one would be real tired of listing side effects. There’s infection, bleeding, nausea/vomiting, loss of appetite, diarrhea or constipation or a combination of the two, difficulty swallowing, aberrations in taste, changes in sexuality, fatigue, hair loss, ad nauseum.

But for me: no infection, no bleeding, extremely minor nausea, appetite is still okay, I take pills to make my bowels move – I have no clue what they would be doing on their own, I can swallow with the best of them, there are no odd tastes in my mouth and I am pretty sure I am still gay, but I admit I haven’t had the opportunity to prove it lately.

That leaves fatigue and hair loss. Frankly, I have learned to love to nap, so fatigue is not an issue in my book. And I have an adorable little hat to wear when my hair starts to drop out. But, (and now we get to the crisis situation), it is my moustache that I am losing not the hair on the top of my head.

Okay, I have nurtured that little babe from a fuzzy caterpillar four decades ago to the robust ‘stache I have today, (or perhaps “had yesterday” would be a better way to describe the status.)

Why doesn’t someone just kick me in the gonads and let’s be done with it.