Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow

I first noticed my hair falling out on my birthday.  (Talk about feeling old!)  I was sitting in my "special chair" for a chemo treatment.  Just waking from a nap, I noticed a pile of dark hair on the blanket.  I thought maybe the nurse had given me a dirty blanket.  I joked with Steve that it wasn't mine because it wasn't grey.

But later, during the treatment, I pulled out my headphones to talk to the nurse, and a handful of hairs came with it!  It was the beginning of the end.

I haven't cut my hair since I was diagnosed, and it was getting relatively long.  I'm not too keen on messy hair everywhere, so I decided: Why prolong the inevitable?

On Wednesday night, I told my four girls they could each have a turn to play the "haircut lady" with a section of my hair.  Boy, did they have fun!  My four-year-old cut very carefully in small snips, leaving most of the length.  My eleven-year-old snipped as close to my head as she could.  Fortunately, nobody trimmed my ears.  In the end, my new "do" was impressive, but I let Steve finish the job with a buzz.  (I wasn't brave enough to shave it all off, yet.)

So, now I wear something on my head all the time.  It's been a little chilly, not having that hairy insulation on top, especially since the spring weather took a turn toward snow and cold this week.  I've packed a handful of hats and scarves for my next treatment in a couple of days.  Now, I really feel like a true-blue member of the chemo club!