Full Circle Moment! Survivorship For the Win

6 years ago to the day was likely the most traumatic for my mother in terms of immediate impact. It was the day that our good family friend shaved my head.  While I felt proud to have a bald head, my mother felt like this is when I looked "sick".

Let's recap, now does this really look like a cancer patient?

Anyways, I have had my hair past my shoulders since I was in the first grade, but making it to the 5 year mark of being NED lit a fire under me to keep growing my hair out and to donate it for wigs for the American Cancer Society. So it had been a year since I cut my hair. I found I did know how to braid it, which surprised my mom.

(Sneaky way of cheering for the Red Sox, huh? Please ignore my inability to pose for photos in the above). 

So, after growing my ponytail to 9 inches, I had the same family friend who shaved my head, cut off my ponytail for me and then gave me a pretty sweet lob. 

Mom and I (of course I had her with me, still trying to help reverse some of the trauma in her mind of shaving my head), then went to the post office and sent this guy off to Pantene Beautiful Lengths.  

Then, with my hair package securely sent out,  I made sure to buy some breast cancer stamps  Did you know that these stamps helped fund the study that showed that not everyone needs chemo with a breast cancer diagnosis? How awesome.