Ch-ch-ch-Chia!

Dear Friends,
Well, it's official: I now have new hair growth on my head. It's very strange, very soft, not like hair at all, really, it's wispy, light and fuzzy. But there's definitely a 5 o'clock shadow. I feel like one of those chia pets advertised on television - just add water and watch it grow. Not surprisingly, Catherine had a dream last night that she was taking care of a lamb. I've shifted in her unconscious from her wounded duckling to her soft little lamb.
On another note, if there's anything amusing about my hot flashes (and this might be the only amusing thing) it's that my face gets red up to my hairline but no further. Now that my hairline is a little more pronounced, onlookers can see a flushed face up to the pale peach fuzz head. I didn't know that the flush stopped at hair. I might drink a bottle of red wine on the weekend, have a few flashes and charge admission to see this. It's quite the sight.
Today, the last Beatle was taken out. Thank you for all of your name suggestions that came on the blog and by email (poor George, as usual, didn't get one nomination, but there are some strong opinions about Ringo!). Thinking about your suggestions entertained me as the nurse pulled the drain out (again, like the first person to inject the chemo yew drug, who would have ever thought to sew a drain into a body and then yank it out a few days later?) Incredible. It's great to have more freedom and less tugging on my skin, and now I can graduate to the next level of stretches and exercises. I'm hoping tonight I might be able to sleep on my side for part of the night.
Much love,
Kip