My chemo sessions stopped eight months ago. Yet, my brain still gets fuzzy. Not that that is all bad sometimes. I might continue to blame that therapy, not my aging brain, for my forgetfulness in finding my house key, knowing my phone number or blanking out on someone's name whom I just met minutes before. Thankfully, my nails returned to their healthy status. My eyebrows and lashes again accept gobs of mascara. My hair while sparse and patchy in the first post chemo weeks filled in nicely when someone suggested organic peppermint shampoo. One lesson learned was in lieu of the shampoo do not rinse with organic peppermint tea. My baby fuzz turned a light green hue, months prior to St. Patrick's Day. Game changer came once the shampoo revved up my abused hair follicles. So what's the problem, you might ask? Really, its sheer vanity. Its not the coloring. Already mostly gray, it is now a brilliant white that shines constantly. No, its the curls. Kn...
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