So I called my hair salon, sounded the "I need you" bell and gathered four of my closest peeps to accompany me. My hairdresser, Nelson, who truly is a cut above all the rest was schoolgirl-giddy at the prospect of a makeover, and willingly humoured my mini entourage of supporters/paparazzi while he set to work with his razor. About 90 minutes, one latté, a handful of photos and endless laughs later I emerged a newer (and substantially lighter) woman. It felt wonderful!
|Fabulous hair by Nelson Renouf|
|It's a keeper! Umm...well...|
|Makeover support group|
Now the waiting game begins. When and how will it fall? Will it gradually loosen and shed over time or will it plummet all at once like a heavy snowfall? Your guess is as good as mine, and it seems every individual has a different experience. We remarked yesterday how a very small percentage of people experience no hair loss, and wouldn't it be funny if I fell in to that category after having chopped my locks off? Nelson asked if I would feel badly and I wholeheartedly stated, no!
Assuming it does drop, I'm still at a loss as to what to do for head coverings. Wigs to me, seem a bother, and if I were to opt for one it would have to be something purely entertaining, such as a period piece or a drastic blue bob (think Marva from Everybody's Famous)...besides, I've always been a scarf girl so may just upgrade my stash and get creative.
Oh right, blessings report:
Laughter makes the world go 'round
I can't tell you how far a sense of humour can take you when faced with an unwanted situation such as this. If you or anyone you know has an illness and has not yet secured a good sense of humour, I would strongly recommend investing in one. They are cheap and easy to maintain. Not to say that any of this is a laughing matter, but rather, laughing matters.
When I created this blog I threw around a few titles before settling on this one. I did get many admirable suggestions and would love to share them with you, if only so you can see the kind of characters I am fortunate enough to call my friends.
Mama knows breast
Thanks for the mammories
The breast is yet to come...
The boobie monologues
Chemo and kegels and kids, oh my!
Cancer? I don't even know her!
and one of my favourites:
Cancer is a word, not a sentence.
Laughter. The one infection we should welcome daily!