We all cry in the shower. If you don’t, well, you have another safe place I’m sure of it. Or, you’re lying. And, I couldn’t imagine spending more than one shower crying because another clump of hair was falling out on cancer’s terms - and not mine. Add on weeks of picking up hair all over the house, and I’m not on board for those kind of shenanigans. That’s a hard unsubscribe for me.
Cancer showed up uninvited, so I’m not giving it any wiggle room to run the show. That seems rude, honestly.
So, I took charge. Waiting for it to fall piece by piece was too much. Why would I do that to myself?
The day before my first day of chemo, I shaved my head.
My best friend who has been my colorist, stylist, and general stylist since we were 15 years old, took charge and found a few options online to send my hair for either a full wig or a halo wig based on how much hair we’d collect, sat me down, and shaved my head.
It’s just hair. it’s fine.
And, I did it my way.
The best part? Looking like GI Jane for a few weeks.