I made it four years without the hair-killing kind of chemo. I’m super lucky and grateful for that. I didn’t know that cold therapy to prevent hair loss was even an option, and actually I’m still not quite sure — but damn, it sure has taught me a bunch.
If you’re here for the short answer: Do Penguin Cold Caps work? Yes, for me they have worked so far. They are also expensive and they cost a lot, too. Haha. See what I did there?
You see, as it turns out, wheeling two coolers full of 80 lbs of dry ice into the clinic isn’t something I can do on my own. Neither can I lift and fit a freshly sub-zero-frozen cap to my head every 30 minutes for NINE STRAIGHT HOURS. (Yes, that’s really how long it takes.) It’s not that I need help, in order to do this cap thing successfully, I need someone to do this for me. Every. Single. Week.
I have a lot of awesome friends. They are all willing and able and happy to take me to lunch, to drive me around, to sit and hold my hand — but these caps are too much. It’s physically exhausting and really, nine hours? People have lives, and families and hobbies and stuff. So these caps have brought me to a scary place: the place of the hired caregiver.
“Caregiver” equals “I need help.” For me, coming to this realization has been absolutely terrifying. I’m not a person who is used to asking for or needing help. And today I need help for the b.s. vanity which is keeping my hair—but tomorrow I might need help to do very basic things. Ugh. See? Scary. Also scary? The first weirdo who answered my Craigslist ad for a hair helper. (shivers)
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Ok. I feel better now. I did finally find a person to help me. But for my sanity’s sake, I’m not calling her a caregiver.