It’s just hair, so why the big fuss? I don’t know. It’s really not what I thought it was. It’s just hair. It’s not who I am.
But cutting it off before chemo brought me and others to tears. It wasn’t really my hair we were crying over though. It was why I was cutting it off that caused the heartache.
When I started losing my hair, I was sick inside. I laughed so I wouldn’t cry, but the tears still came. Again, the real tears were caused by the reason I was losing my hair and not the real loss of it. Cancer and chemo were stealing it. Once it was all gone, I was actually thankful. I hated the disgusting process of losing my hair. Having no hair wasn’t as hard on me as it might have been on everyone who saw me bald. Over time those in my house were as comfortable with my bald head as I was. I hardly ever wore a head covering at home unless I was cold.
Then the process of growing it back out began. It’s probably been as painful, although much less disgusting, than losing it. I’ve tried to find things to celebrate along the way.
Progress comes and before long it’ll be long again or maybe I’ll find that perfect-for-me cut somewhere in between. I just hope I never forget the beauty found in knowing that hair is just hair and with it or without it I am still me. That’s probably the biggest celebration of all!