26
Dany
“My hair is falling out,” I say.
I’m hooked up and receiving chemo. Everybody is here.
Sylvie puts down her knitting. Matilda and Gerry stop their conversation.
“Wait until your nails fall out. And the eyelashes,” says Gerry.
“Humph,” says Cleopatra. “It’s called chemo. That’s what happens.”
“I know that,” I say. Annoyed. Then I feel tears. I blink as hard as I can but they won’t go away. They start to fall.
“What’s wrong?” cries Matilda. “Oh no. Don’t cry.”
“She can cry if she wants,” snaps Cleopatra.
“There there, dear,” says Sylvie.
“I’m sorry,” I say between hiccups. I sniff and wipe at the tears and my running nose. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
I swipe my hair back from the wetness on my face and another handful falls out.
“Oh!” I cry. I push at my hair an
