Hair it is!

Remember when, a few months ago, I made the bold announcement that Ari had sprouted little hairs all over his head?  Yeah, you recall,  I referred to him as my real life chia pet.

Turned out, that big statement was a bit premature.  Within weeks, those tiny fuzzy hairs were gone and Ari's smooth head was back in full bald glory.  Truth-be-told, I was more than a bit bummed.  Those little golden flecks emerging from the follicles gave me so much hope of a normal life emerging out of this anything-but-normal year. 

But, I listened to the doctors.  I believed that once we entered the final year-long phase of treatment things would be easier, steroids would be more manageable, clinic time would be shorter, and, yes, the hair would really start to grow.

And, wouldn't you know it, those Harvard Medical School trained Oncologists were right! 

Things are easier.  Ari feels good (even on steroids!).  The chemo cocktail is much more tolerable.  Blood counts stay high.  And, this kid of mine has more energy than most 2 1/2 year-olds.

But best of all, Ari is growing hair.

He has hairs on his arms and on his legs.  He has eyebrows again.  He has tiny hairs on his toes.  And he even has hairs on his testicles.  Okay, he doesn't.  That was just for shock value.

Check this out, he has hairs on his head.  Real ones.  Lots of them.  Thick, straight, gorgeous hairs. No magnifying glass needed:

And, just like his pre-cancer days, the color remains light, golden, yellow/white, translucent.  Yup, he's a toehead.

See that smile?  I have one just like it.