Out of the fog. For a bit

Whew.  That round 2 did a number on me.  It was harder to cope this time around.  Here I am 10 days after chemo round 2 and I'm finally feeling like myself instead of the zombie-version of me. Also, this time, unlike last time, my tastebuds have not yet gone back to normal.  I didn't eat much Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday of last week. Even the last night's spaghetti (made with ground turkey) didn't taste good to me.  I ate some for lunch today and it is delicious! 
I don't know what to expect anymore.  I thought that round one would be the worst since it was my first, but since having the second round, I'm feeling like the rounds will just keep getting harder.  I hope not. 
Anyway, last Tuesday, my hair started falling out.  I started noticing 10-15 hairs on my shirt, then more when I would run my fingers through them.  I started to just put it all up in a ponytail, hoping that it would be contained.  But then my scalp started hurting.  It was a sore/sunburnt type of feeling.  Tender to the touch and warm.  I would periodically take out the ponytail to check on my hair.  Chunks of hair would come out with the hair tie.  Then more as I ran my fingers through it.  It was breaking my heart.  I texted Jessica for some advice, and she thought that it would be best to just shave it off.  She has been cutting my hair since I moved here (13 years this year), and I trust her with my hair completely.  The next day, I asked hubby if he would be willing to shave it for me.  He was hesitant.  I'm sure he thought that I would regret it, but I was ready.
Honestly, I have always wondered what it would be like to be bald.  I envied those women who looked amazing with their beautiful bald heads.  And if you know me, just 2 years ago, I rocked a Mohawk. Half my head was shaved.  So I had practice.  Bring it.
So here I am.  Kickin cancer's ass: