I recently cut my hair.
Before, my hair looked like this.
And then, I hacked it off.
Because, cancer.
I wanted to cut it short preemptively. In an attempt to give myself a little time to adjust to less hair. In order to make sure that I wasn’t pulling out my blonde locks in handfuls.
And then, yesterday morning, when I swept my hands through my short little strands, this happened…
The hair. It’s starting to go. The chemo. It’s doing what they tell me it’s supposed to do {yahoo!}. And so, I was happy that I’ve already got a couple of beanies on the way. And that I went wig shopping last week. Because while I didn’t purchase one, at least I had a grand ole’ time figuring out what’s available.
I actually am not totally sure how I feel about the whole wig situation. I don’t really plan that I’ll wear one much around the house. I can’t imagine that my 22 month old is gonna keep his mitts off a faux mane. And I also imagine that if my 4 year old can get his hands on a wig, I have no idea how I’ll get him to stop wearing it. So I foresee a lot of scarves and hats and beanies in my future. But I think, for the sake of the strangers at Target or the onlookers at Sunday brunch, in order to avoid “pity eyes,” especially when I’ve got my kiddos in tow, I’m gonna have to wig out, at least on occasion.
And so today, I share with you… the good, the bad, the ugly… and the hilarious.
And, I even had a couple of faves…
Thankfully, two beautiful women were along for the ride with me. And helped me make lemons into lemonade. And have plenty of fun and laughs.
I see a lot of scarves in my immediate future. But soon, I will be spending some cash on a new pre-fab cut. Because tonight… tonight, I’m getting buzzed. And I don’t mean on margs. I’m going GI Jane, folks.
It will grow back. This I believe. So for now, I’m gonna have fun wigging out. Lemons. Into lemonade.