Well I did it. I shaved my head. Well, what is left is about an inch long. I think it looks terrible but my mom who had the buzzing honours thinks it looks cute. We’ll just call her The Impartial Third Party. I could roll in shit and she’d think it was cute. My mom is my biggest fan. That’s what moms do and I love her for it. It is definitely times like these that one really needs her own personal cheerleader.
It is actually quite liberating. My head feels lighter and there is no more creepy long hairs falling around me wherever I go. Yuck.
I am not quite ready to show you the results as it is all flat in some places and sticking up in others. I couldn’t shower today because of my recent porta-cath insertion. I will wash it and gel it up for a proper photo soon.
The hair was the final bastion of normalcy. I could almost pretend nothing was wrong but now every time I look in the mirror I will have visual evidence of my cancer. I should say of my TREATMENT for my cancer. That is a positive way of looking at it. It is the cure not the cancer that is causing this.
I am curious about how it will grow back. Will it be curly or straight? It is a little wavy now. Will it be all grey or grey free? It is a little grey now. I wonder.