So this is me today. I got up this morning with silver hair falling like autumn leaves. The universe let me keep my locks for our anniversary last week, and then the inevitable happened. Those first loose strands on my pillow, my shoulders, the shower drain, all letting me know my hair was soon to be history.
Last night I felt almost panicky over the idea of being bald once again. But this morning I was determined, so I headed over to Cost Cutters as soon as it opened. Buzzzzzz - hair gone. I left the shop with a "halo" hairpiece and a hat, and looked very reasonable, I thought. But you know, it's summer, hot and humid, so at home I decided to just be bald. A male friend told be recently when I was saying that this day was coming that I "do bald well." I'm not so sure, but I am trying to be positive here. At least I still have my eyebrows and eyelashes, though their day is coming too.
Ah chemo, I hope you are as effective on my tumors as you are on my hair follicles. Session two is coming up this Friday.
