#157 - Don't Like My Bad Hair Year

Bad Hair Day... EVERY DAY!
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​​The hair is bad. Every morning I look in the mirror and I have to be reminded of this stupid cancer thing, that brought on my bad hair.

Yes, I appreciate not being bald, but my hair needs to be scolded for misbehaving. It is being rude and bothersome.

​No Big Deal
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​My son has had everything from buzz cuts, to what I call, Fabio-hair. He's had a lot more experience than I have, when it comes to going from short to long.

I don't remember Scott having issues. It just grew out. But of course, he's never had to deal with tricky, damaged hair follicles.  

​​Missing My Pixie

I can't believe I'm longing for the hair I had 6 weeks ago. I miss that tame little pixie that was growing in so neatly...

... before the chemo curls invaded.

Chemo curls. I didn't make that up.  I don't like that name. I will call them my little shrew curls. I need to work on the taming of my shrew curls, before I start looking like Little Orphan Annie.

Finger Waves

The waves moved in about a month ago. Now, when I reach up and feel the top of my head, it feels totally foreign. There's a spongy, springy, bouncy feel. Honestly, it does sort of amuse me when I give it a little pat.

But the finger wave fashion is just not something I feel I can pull off. Maybe if my hair weren't gray. Maybe if I wore a slinky dress with fringe. Or maybe if I took up smoking, I could look cool, with finger waves.

Bed Head
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My mixture of curly and straight hair, gives me the just-rolled-out-of-bed-look... at all times.

 

There are looping curls rolling down my neck and a Dennis the Menace sprout, that I've been trying to tame.  Do I really start cutting the hair that I've waited so long to have?

​Buddy System
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This would all be much easier if I had a friend who shared my post chemo issues. That's what I get for being super independent and not seeking out support groups or exchanging numbers with people I met in waiting rooms. I'm on my own now. It's a bad comparison, but these past 9 months have kind of been like pregnancy.

 Like most, I faced my first pregnancy with lots of questions and worries,  but I was lucky to have a friend to share "bad hair days" and "big belly days" with.  Patti paved the way for me and we both were rewarded with sweet baby girls. ​The buddy system helped 30 years ago and I I could use it now... even without the fun reward at the end.

Hair Advice
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​So, like many people with out buddies, I turned to the internet. It was not a bit helpful.  

I found lots of tips on bows and barrettes. I'm sorry. I'm turning 60 in a week.  I am not going to start wearing bows and flowers in my hair.

​Shopping Therapy
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I'm typically not the kind of person who goes shopping when I'm down in the dumps... unless it's antique, junk or thrift shopping.

So that's what Don and I did last weekend and it did the trick. We did not purchase any baby heads, but we laughed a lot.

​Distraction
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​Shopping helped! Don found a ridiculously fun instrument that he insisted I needed.

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It amused me to no end. I found some nifty, clip-on ties for $2.50 each, which we wore on an evening hike. The rubber boots seemed to complete the outfit.

So I found out that I do like bows, just not hair bows. These (along with my hat) take the focus right off my hair! Time to think about other things!