Using a cold cap marks another first for me.
It’s my third time facing a treatment that has a strong (almost certain) chance of hair loss listed as a side effect. Total hair loss was a sure thing the first time I needed chemo. I went to the salon and had my head shaved. I had a wig but didn’t plan on wearing it. It didn’t look like me, feel like me, and it felt uncomfortable. I felt I retained my identity in a head wrap.
Cold caps at this time were being used in Germany but not in the U.S.
The second time where I was likely to experience hair loss was when new treatment followed oral capecitabine where my hair had already thinned considerably. My next line of treatment was likely to cause me to lose even more. This time around, I looked into cold caps. Some had been FDA approved and were being used in the U.S. I wanted to do it. The more I learned, the less of an option it became. Caps needed to be changed every twenty minutes. You needed someone to help change the caps. It needed to be worn before and after treatment – how long depended on the specific treatment you were receiving. I learned I would need to wear the cap a couple hours prior to and after treatment. I lived alone and I doubted I was going to find anyone who had full days to devote to cap changing. I also learned a person still lost up to half their hair. I didn’t have any more to lose since I already felt I had lost about half from my previous line of treatment. It was too much effort for something that maybe would sort of possibly work hopefully a little bit. I didn’t shave my head. I decided just to let hair fall out if it was going to. Most of it did with effects similar to if I had shaved it. I opted for a wig. I could avoid stares when out in public. It suited me. I felt like me. It was comfortable. I felt more normal and like myself.
I wigged for three years.
I finally had my hair back by last November. I love how it feels. It’s been a beautiful mess during the time quarantining during COVID. I found that ironic that I had all this lovely hair that no one ever saw and I couldn’t get done.
God sure has a sense of humor.
Then came the blow that I needed to change treatments and the best option would probably wipe out my hair for a third time. I didn’t want to see my hair go again. The emotions and tears attached to hair loss are intense. I decided to revisit the cold cap world and was somewhat relieved to learn there is now a machine at my treatment site provided by Paxman Scalp Cooling that a patient pays out of pocket to use. Please note my only connection to the company is as a customer using their product.
Everything is managed while you are on site receiving treatment. Nothing needs to happen at home. You are hooked up to this machine that pumps and keeps the cap cold. A nurse gets you ready, secures the cap, and runs the machine. You eventually take over and get ready on your own.
Why do I write I was only “somewhat” relieved? I still had to willingly freeze my head for a shot at keeping some hair and pay for the privilege of doing so. It still was probably going to thin, but I’d be starting with a full head of hair this time.
I would take a shot.
Cold caps or scalp cooling systems work when the scalp is cooled to reduce the amount of chemotherapy that reaches the hair follicles. The hope is hair may be less likely to fall out if less chemo gets there.
My head isn’t really frozen. The scalp is brought down from around 98.6°F to between 64°-72°F. It wasn’t an all over football Saturday in November kind of cold. It was more of an unnatural numbness of combined cold and heavy sensations that you could still feel. It does get better.
Time is broken down into four parts. There is a 30 minute pre cooling time to get your scalped cooled and ready to receive treatment. Doxil (doxorubicin liposomal) is what I’m getting and that takes 60 minutes to infuse. Then there is a 60 minute post cooling time period. Lastly, you thaw for about 15-20 minutes so hair isn’t ripped out of your head that is frozen to your inner cap when you remove it. It all adds up to just about 3 hours from start to finish.
What is it like?
It’s rather hilarious the process is called scalp cooling. I think the word cooling is used for some type of psychological effect. The machine was turned on and there is a whoosh of cold filling the cap. Seconds tick by and it indeed gets intensely cold in an instant.
A person is forewarned that the first ten to twenty minutes are the worst. After that, the scalp is numbed enough so it doesn’t feel as cold. I want to be crystal clear on what I feel. Fear fills almost every fiber of my being as I fight through the first ten minutes of each session. I wonder if I can get through this torture I’ve willingly chosen. The feeling of desperation is almost more unbearable than the intense cold. I have fought back tears for the few minutes every time. My tolerance for pain and discomfort is quite high. Living with metastatic breast cancer does that. I can barely keep it together.
But then I acclimate and focus on other distractions to pass my time.
The cold didn’t bother me as much as the tightness and chin strap. The chin strap is the worst part and almost intolerable. The covering worn over the cap must be kept on tightly so that the inner cap stays snug on your scalp. This makes it hard to talk and eat because it’s that tight.
Wearing a mask added another layer to my discomfort.
Feeling a little sick added yet another layer. I was fighting it and waffled back in forth from the root cause of feeling light-headed and woozy. Was it the drug? Was it the cold cap?
Both? Or was it just all in my head?
After I was disconnected from the Paxman cooling machine, there is a thawing out period of around fifteen minutes before the cold cap is removed so your hair isn’t adhered to the cap when taken off. Getting the chin strap released helped a lot.
Nurses are special humans. No ifs, and, or buts about it. I wasn’t feeling so hot after my first session. My lovely nurse gave me a head start to go get the car. Meredith wheeled my carry-on suitcase outside to the drop off lane and waited for me there so I wouldn’t have to lug it all the way to ramp and up flights of stairs. I still had two bags to carry on my own. Scalp cooling requires me to bring much more to my sessions.
How’s the cap working?
I’ve told very few people I’m scalp cooling. I wanted to see what happened. Nor did I see the point of a grand announcement since I don’t go very many places thanks to the pandemic. My new treatment qualifies as one that causes immunosuppression. Even fewer people see me.
I have had two rounds of Doxil (doxorubicin liposomal) so far. Cycle two went more smoothly. I didn’t feel sickish from the drug or the capping experience. Time passed a little more quickly. I am expecting each time to feel easier. I know what to expect and how to manage it all.
Success rates vary with different treatments. Paxman considers the cap successful if you keep 50% or more of your hair. My bar is higher. I want minimal loss with no visible bald spots. I’ve seen many pictures of women with bald spots on their crowns. Seeing these discourages me. Time will tell. Shedding is expected. Lots of shedding apparently.
Shedding is normal. Normal shedding is normal. There is NOTHING normal about chemo. Absolutely nothing. The bald spots on someone’s crown and other places on the head are referred to as shedding. Shedding on chemo goes far beyond normal shedding. A person is bald. My definition differs from Paxman.
Maybe I’m splitting hairs.
When a snake loses its skin, new skin is there to take its place. It’s not even a close call. A snake doesn’t have some bare spots where new skin didn’t develop. Shedding crosses a line quickly with certain chemos and it becomes hair loss. Call it what it is.
I should be wearing a wig or wrap by now if I weren’t scalp cooling. It’s been 45 days since my first cycle with Doxil. My hair doesn’t feel the same or look the same. I can wash it only weekly. There are many cautions against styling it. I am to refrain from getting it colored or cut. I even need to be careful combing it. But I still have it. I will count every day I have it as a win. So far, I’ve experienced minimal hair loss (or ahem, shedding).
I am fed up with accepting hair loss in my life. I’m hoping this third time is the charm and I have found a way to keep it.
If not, you’ll see me sporting a variety of looks and you will know it isn’t working as well as I hoped.