The picture above is what I looked like about a month ago.
And the above picture is me this morning after four weeks of chemo.
I really thought I was resigned to losing my hair. When I got the diagnosis that my endometrial cancer had returned and that I was facing 18 weeks of chemotherapy I made plans. I bought two lovely wigs in a color called Brazen Auburn. I have beautiful scarves. I watched head-wrap videos on-line.
Three weeks into the chemo my hair began to fall out by the handfuls. All I had to do was run my hand through my hair and the evidence was right there…in my hand. It was also in my food, on my clothes, my furniture, my floors, on my cat. Until it actually happens you really don’t know how you will feel. I cry at every handful. I can’t stand it.
I made an appointment with my stylist to get it all off. Here is the documentation of that appointment.
Knowing that it will happen is totally different from the reality when it does. I know that I’m lucky in that I don’t have long hair and it should only take about six months after chemo ends to grow back. Really, I’ve been told it starts growing right away but as someone who has tried to let her hair grow out I know….it takes a really long time. I’m hoping it will be back to almost current length by my birthday in December.
All I have to do is remember….I am not my hair.
Grazie mille to my dear Laura at Miabella Salon for all or her work and her prayers and for refusing to charge me for today. I love you, lady.
I’m adding this picture because it is my favorite of me and Laura.