#141 - Don't Like Baby Haircuts

My First Haircut
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​This was the clean-up after my first haircut.  That's kind of pitiful!

When I had my last chemo, over 3 and a half months ago, I was giddy for my hair to grow back. I didn't realize I was going to need a lot of patience for this process. ​

Time to Trim

Since my hair is hidden under wigs and scarves most of the time, I wasn't really paying attention. I didn't know a trim was needed, since I don't ever see the back of my head.​

Plus, I've worked for months to encourage these short little hairs. How dare I shorten them?

But Don revealed the back of my neck with a cell phone pic. It was time.

My Barber
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Don loves my hair.  He reminds me daily to be appreciative.

​"Do you have any idea how excited I'd be if I woke up one morning and had as much hair as you!" 

I trusted him not to butcher me, because he adores my fuzzy head. He constantly pats it. He thinks my hair is fascinating. Each hair has a mind of its own and he likes to tell me exactly what every single hair is up to.

​Done

​Don trimmed the back and my sideburns. Wow!  So fast and I didn't have to tip! 

At some point I'll have to find a hairdresser who can help me with these complicated hairs that are growing in.  ​

It's still a huge mystery what hair personality I'll end up with. My oncologist said he treated a white haired man, who ended up with brown hair after chemo.​ There are tons of people who go from straight to curly. ​We'll see.

The white hairs aren't exactly my favorite, but  I do like how thick it's growing in. Soon, I'll be brave enough to sport my hair out in the world!
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