A Bad Hair Day
Well, because I shaved my head pretty short a couple of weeks ago, it took longer for my hair to fall out. Still, the inevitable happened today. I could have let it slowly fall out, but I opted to take the time to wipe most of it out at once. Again, I’d rather be in control of the situation.
I have to admit though, there is something depressing about losing your hair. I’m not quite sure what it is. I mean, it serves no purpose really – now that we’ve got clothing and hats. Still, each time I rubbed my head and saw an army of hairs speckled on my hand, there was this feeling of loss. Maybe it’s because this hair loss has just been so ingrained in us as a signpost of cancer. It can make you feel like a victim, which is entirely not how you want to feel.
The thing is, it’s the chemo that causes the hair loss. And it’s the chemo that’s fighting the good fight. The hair will grow back. The cancer will not. And so, I wouldn’t have it any other way.