There are some days when I feel like a fraud. I walk into the cancer center feeling good, my cute haircut bouncing along as I walk. I feel almost as though I don’t really belong there.
Today is not one of those days.
My hair has been steadily falling out for about four days. Big clumps. I was dealing with it OK until my son, who likes to play with my hair, accidentally pulled out a big chunk. I could see the bald spots forming. I lost it.
I was going to get my stylist to buzz me this week, but I just couldn’t wait. So, I had Rodney break out the clippers and buzz me. Honestly, it was oddly freeing.
I took a shower after and felt the odd sensation of water hitting my scalp. It felt weird, but good. I don’t have to worry about the clumps coming out, and my head feels nice and cool in the August heat.
That said, there’s no mistaking that I’m a cancer patient now.
My beautiful girl. I can’t imagine how hard this was. But you’re the prettiest bald-headed girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. xoxoxo
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Love you! ❤️
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I can only image the emotions tied to this picture. You are way prettier than Brittney when she shaved it. You are more equivalent to Demi Moore in GI Jane 😉 Claim it and rock it!
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Thank you! ❤️
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Love you and your cute head! Hang in there pretty girl. I hate I can’t take any of this away for you.
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Love you! 💕😘
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