Last night, I dreamed I had hair.
I was walking through a hotel lobby, wearing a cute dress and kind of bouncing with a little swagger in my step. And as I walked, I could feel my long hair bouncing along with me. I remember in the dream touching it, surprised, because I couldn’t believe it was actually there.
I miss my hair so much. I know this is a silly, vain thing. I know that in the grand scheme of things, this is such a minor inconvenience. I know that I should just be grateful that my treatments appear to be working, and the side effect of losing my hair is a small price to pay. I acknowledge all of this.
But, I still miss it.
I run my hands over the fuzz that’s left on my head, willing it to grow and multiply. My oncologist told me that it could start growing back while I’m on Taxol, and I’m trying so hard not to get overly excited at that prospect, lest it not actually happen.
I look at other people out in public, envying them and their full heads of hair. I feel like people with beautiful hair are everywhere. And I’m so jealous of them.
I gaze wistfully at my hair products and appliances, seeing them gather dust in my bathroom. I still shampoo my head, which is kind of silly since there’s so little actual hair there, but it feels better to me to at least use a little something.
I got a pretty nice wig, but to be perfectly honest, I hate wearing it. It looks so fake to me (even though it has fooled quite a few people at my job), it gets hot and itchy, and it has a weird smell. I thought wigs would be fun, but I think they’re more fun when you’re not forced to wear them. I much prefer just wearing my beat-up old ballcap that I’ve had since high school.
So, I’m just watching and waiting, hoping to see some growth.
Not silly or vain. And it will grow back before you know it. Love ya.
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Here’s hoping it returns. Hugs to you.
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Agreed…not silly or vain. And yes, it will grow back. Mine didn’t come back quite the same and every day I look in the mirror and study the woman looking back at me wondering who she is and how she got there. Grow back, though, it does. And how indulgent to think life wouldn’t change. And there’s something to be said for a short and sassy new cute. Good luck!
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Really love the honest and sincere content on your blog. I hope your hair grows back soon.
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