So many people have been advising me lately that I should cut my hair really short to prepare for when it falls out. Which, by the way, should be next Tuesday or Wednesday per my oncologist and nurse. Finally I caved yesterday and made an appointment for my last hair cut for a long while.
I asked Reagan if she wanted to come along, and of course she did! We met Jess there and I let her have free reign along with the stylist. They decided on cutting it like Halle Berry.
I'm not sure what's more funny..the fact that I clearly don't look like Halle Berry so I can't pull off her hairdo, or that the hairstylist was absolutely not even pretending that it looked good. In his defense, when I told him we had to cut it super short he immediately balked...like every single hairdresser I have ever been to does. We told him why I needed it short and so of course he complied. I even told him that I didn't expect it to look good and I didn't expect any sort of miracle from him. That definitely seemed to give him some comfort.. (I'm not sure why I felt I had to reassure him so much - it's my hair after all!) I literally laughed out loud when he patted my arm as I was leaving and said "Don't worry...it'll grow back eventually!"
If I cut my hair like this a year ago, I'd be sobbing now and freaking out about it. But today, I don't care. I could not care less that every time I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror it reminds me of "St. Elmo's Fire." If nothing else, I'll be happy to see it fall out next week! That and the fact that Reagan absolutely loves it are fine with me.
All kidding aside, it's not that bad. It's actually very liberating, and I think that maybe I can have fun experimenting with different short hairstyles when it does eventually grow back.
On a side note, yesterday and today have been such wonderfully good days. No pain, no nausea, and lots of one on one time with each of my girls. (Sadly that's because both have been battling a stomach virus this week and quarantined from me during their fever stages).
And since it's St. Patrick's Day, and I couldn't make it without the support of my "Irish" side, I thought it appropriate to add our favorite Irish Blessing
I asked Reagan if she wanted to come along, and of course she did! We met Jess there and I let her have free reign along with the stylist. They decided on cutting it like Halle Berry.
I'm not sure what's more funny..the fact that I clearly don't look like Halle Berry so I can't pull off her hairdo, or that the hairstylist was absolutely not even pretending that it looked good. In his defense, when I told him we had to cut it super short he immediately balked...like every single hairdresser I have ever been to does. We told him why I needed it short and so of course he complied. I even told him that I didn't expect it to look good and I didn't expect any sort of miracle from him. That definitely seemed to give him some comfort.. (I'm not sure why I felt I had to reassure him so much - it's my hair after all!) I literally laughed out loud when he patted my arm as I was leaving and said "Don't worry...it'll grow back eventually!"
If I cut my hair like this a year ago, I'd be sobbing now and freaking out about it. But today, I don't care. I could not care less that every time I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror it reminds me of "St. Elmo's Fire." If nothing else, I'll be happy to see it fall out next week! That and the fact that Reagan absolutely loves it are fine with me.
All kidding aside, it's not that bad. It's actually very liberating, and I think that maybe I can have fun experimenting with different short hairstyles when it does eventually grow back.
On a side note, yesterday and today have been such wonderfully good days. No pain, no nausea, and lots of one on one time with each of my girls. (Sadly that's because both have been battling a stomach virus this week and quarantined from me during their fever stages).
And since it's St. Patrick's Day, and I couldn't make it without the support of my "Irish" side, I thought it appropriate to add our favorite Irish Blessing
Beautiful, the Irish Blessing and the girl (woman) I know. Bald, short hair, long hair, whatever color, you are beautiful to me and all around you. They've always said "it's what is inside that counts", and you've got it girl. Hair comes and goes, but leopards don't change their spots. Having short hair doesn't change the person you are and yes it is liberating. Love Mama
ReplyDeleteWe want a picture of your adorable new haircut!!! love and hugs!
ReplyDeleteHi Melissa! Maggie was telling me about your blog and here I am reading about what an amazing(!) woman you are! Sending you lots of thumbs up, hi-5's, pats on the back, hugs and smiles. Thanks for sharing your journey.
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