Another step towards normal (well as normal as I've ever been and what has become my new normal). I paid someone to cut all my hairs today! My hair, like the plants in New England, has been growing and curling like a weed. I really needed the sides cut down and the unruly-ness of the back of my head fixed. The woman who shaved my head was more than happy to give me my first real haircut post treatment. She was impressed with it's thickness and texture. She was amazed by the curl too. She has permed my hair twice (when I was in the 5th grade) and knows how my pre-chemo hair would never take the curl.
This is my attempt at a "selfie" with my iphone post hair cut
Post hair cut my mom and I noticed that there are more and more straight hairs returning (now that their curl has been cut off). I told her I am relieved. I don't know what to do with this curly hair and I am happy to have had this adventure and I will take the added texture, but I want my hair back. 30 years of stick straight hair makes it hard to learn what to do with a totally new type of hair.
Also, I forgot how much fun it is to get a haircut!!! My mom wanted to come because she is still traumatized from the head shaving. She was amazed by the amount of hair on the floor once my trim was done. I feel like a new woman with my haircut, always my favorite part of having one. The photo doesn't do justice, but there is a smile on my face.
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