Well, it’s official. I have no hair. So what kind of tone do I want to set in this specific blog post? Is there even any way I can set a tone after the shock factor most of you experienced after you just saw that big picture of me?
Maybe it’s that I have no hair and who cares. Or that I’m hurting every time I look in the mirror? Maybe it’s that I can totally rock the cue ball look and might even like my hair this short… Probably not, let me think…
The mixed feelings are real.
No hair means the chemo is working. It means it’s targeting all those aggressive fast growing cells and and if I can see it, and I can feel it, then it’s happening. PRO.
No hair means I can feel every single draft of cold air that ever exists. CON.
No hair means I get to experiment with some pretty stellar wig game. PRO.
Wigs are fucking annoying. CON.
No hair means my get-ready routine has been drastically reduced. PRO.
Until I need to really focus on makeup once my eyelashes and eyebrows disappear. CON.
My kids think it’s funny. PRO.
Kingsley thinks I look like a boy. And she really wants me to stay a girl soooo… CON. And funny.
My eyes really stand out. PRO.
Unless they’re tired eyes, sigh… CON.
Who even knew there could be this many PROS? I was really focused on the CONS just before it happened, because I had no idea how it would look, how I would feel or how others would feel. I didn’t want to look like a cancer patient… and now I do, which means that now everyone knows.
PRO – I now know that when my hair starts to grow back, I’ve already tried all of the different lengths and they looked pretty ok on me. And, my hair will be growing back stronger and healthier then ever in just a few short months. It’ll be here in no time… at least that’s what I keep telling myself.
High FIVE!