I'll spare you all the horror of actual pictures, but suffice it to say that these days I'm sporting what I like to call the Concentration-Camp-Junkie look. Who knows, maybe the look will catch on in trendier circles? Nah, probably not.
To master this look, just shave your head, and peel onions, or watch sad movies all day. The latest twist to my journey through cancer treatment comes in the form of watering eyes. I'm not talking just glazed eyes, I mean CRYING eyes. Not just at times, but all day. From the time I wake up til the moment I close my beady, swollen eyes to sleep, tears just spill down my cheeks. I recently went to the funeral of the wife of a friend. While the service was sad, I didn't cry---but I did. I felt somewhat like a fraud, wiping away chemo tears that were mistaken for sad ones.
The other delightful visual effect that adds to my new look is a runny nose. When you lose ALL your hair, you can lose ALL your hair--even nose hairs. Apparently nose hairs, while under-appreciated by most people (never by me, ever again, I might add), keep dust from entering your nose--dust that causes your nose to be runny. Add that to the nasal congestion that is directly caused by chemo, and I think you get the awful picture: The Concentration-Camp-Junkie look: bald, with red, puffy, teary eyes, and a runny nose.
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