My First Haircut
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.
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.
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!
Cancer - Covid
I started this complaining list/blog, in May 2016. I posted 200 gripes about my breast cancer and then I was done.
On March 13, 2020, I started venting all over again, when another disease (starting with a C) interfered with my life. Only this time, it was affecting more than me.
Coronavirus and Cancer! Both are evil, but neither can totally get me down... if I vent! I hope with Covid, I run out of complaints before 200!