Losing my hair has been fairly upsetting but I could not live with the hairs all over my pillow, particularly when some of them wound up in my mouth. Hair is really not that tasty. So I went to Supercuts with my daughter as support. It took me a while to convince the hair stylist to shave it all off. She wanted to leave some hair even though my hair was already quite short. I am sure that reflects our belief that women should have hair no matter what. I told her that the hair was falling out anyway which she had trouble believing until I explain I was undergoing chemo.
The first thing I noticed is how cold it is without hair. I put on a red hat but found this head cover in the car so decided to sport it instead. Gotta laugh or I'll cry.
Yesterday one of my colleagues, who is also a member of the cancer club, confided that losing her hair was the worst part for her. I don't know if she was saying that because I was feeling so bad about losing mine but it was very consoling. I have felt very vain because the hair loss is such a big deal to me. It was the first thing that made me cry when I talked to the doctor about what the chemo would be like. I am relieved that someone else viewed it as a big deal and since I do not think of this particular colleague as vain at all, I felt validated in my own feelings of helplessness and loss. So I am not vain, just mourning the loss of my close friends on my head that kept me warm and happy.
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