If you get a magnifying glass, you might be able to make out the new du sprouting. Mikey measured it with a wooden ruler the other day, so the 1/8th an inch is pretty much official. Except there is one strand that is super long, say 1/4 of an inch. I'm thinking of dying it orange to match my tennis racket and new shoes. Figure it will give me an edge when I get back out on the courts.
So yeah...from here on out, everyday is looking like a good hair day! The bonus, is that there are no sprouts on my legs or armpits yet, so my razor may get a bit jealous of my hairbrush.
I start physical therapy today. On my right rotator cuff (tennis injuries that were exasperated by the chemo, and range of motion issues from the surguries and especially Port Rapha) and some muscular atrophy in my lower back. Not exactly looking forward to it. Think they might hurt me. At least physical therapists sound scary to me. Like they might hurt people who are already hurting. No offense to any physical therapists out there. Or occupational ones, Cindy (my sister-in-law). Just my nerves talking.
Fitness used to be so much fun. I could play tennis until I dropped, or until it was dark and all our car batteries died from beaming light onto the midnight courts. Now it's going to be work to get back on the tennis court. That doesn't sound nearly as fun. Well, as long as they don't hurt me. Bring it on. And get me back out on the tennis court! ;)