The new year came and went in the comfort of my own bed fortunately. Hubby and I toasted with apple juice but I’m definitely feeling calmer and coming to grips. Yesterday was “shorten” day. I decided that i would look at the hair loss as a positive sign the chemo was working. I mean the pain and agony of the previous week were signs everything is getting killed but the hair shedding and eventually growing back is kind of a rebirth. Every time I brushed my hair more and more was on the brush it was time to take action. First I went for nails; and my nail guy was none too happy the I was cutting them much shorter; but he made light of it and gave me a Rockin sparkles design with midnight blue nails. They look cute and again I know my nails will grow back. Then to the hairdresser; I had scoured the Internet looking for a short cut. Seemingly although most are short on the sides many are still long on top. I choose a pixie cut and watched the pieces of hair fall to the floor. My hairdresser ever patient steered my face away from the mirror until the complete look and styling was completed. My daughter was there and she provided moral support appropriately chiming in when the hairdresser said “doesn’t that look good?” When I finally faced the mirror the cut did look cute and it wasn’t bad on me. I could make it work for a bit while my hair fell out. I remembered a photo of myself the last time i had hair this short (i was 8) I wasn’t demoralized but I wasn’t exactly uplifted. Change was happening and I’m determined to make it positive. Mom and I are both having chemo therapy treatments this week.
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