Recurrence

05/29/09

Today I spoke briefly to the woman in the chair next to me. She had taken her turban off and was scratching her fuzzy head. Itches? I asked. Yeah, she said. Coming in or falling out? I asked. Coming in, she said. We exchanged a few more words about “chemo” hair and then her husband (or the fellow with her) said, The first time it was about the same as before, but this time it seems darker. This is the second time? I asked. Yep, she said.

Twice. That probably means a recurrence. Boy, howdy, that brings me up short. Recurrence. That’s what I expect. The question is when. And would I go back through tough chemo again? Probably yes, mostly because of Jonathan and his unborn child. Strange how fate, in the form of a phone call—Mom, I’m having a baby!—changes everything.