“Kelly, your hair may fall out, somewhat.” My quick witted response, “Well, that clears it up. May I have a broader explanation of this?” Here it comes. Lay it on me. I’m waiting. Nope. That about sums it up, I guess…..
Chemo treatment starts and in preparation for this, I go to the hairdresser. I have my hair, cut very short. Not long after that, I was taking a shower one day and noticed some hair in and around the drain. It wasn’t in huge clumps, like someone who is going through breast cancer treatment. Nonetheless, it fell out every day, thereafter.
My hair started falling out in the top, center of my head. It began to remind me of my dad. I’ll set the stage: Dad had a big bald spot in the middle of his head and he did what was called “The Comb Over”. Come on…. you’ve seen the look. He had the best comb over in the world with groovy side burns (weren’t the 1970’s great?). This must have been what happened to the hair that quit growing on his head. It became sideburns. He sported this look for quite a few years.
Oh, The Horror….
“No, no, no. Not the comb over. I can’t. I simply can’t. I won’t.” Every day after my shower I would find the pile of fine hair in the bath tub.
My hairdresser, Suzan (with a “z”), was ready for me. Scott’s mother, Susan (with an “s”), said that she would go with me. I was Grateful and agreed that it would be a good idea. She held my hand throughout the process as I cried. When all was complete, I ran my hands over my head. It actually felt good. I finally exclaimed, “Why didn’t I do this years ago?” One of my well meaning friends suggested that we go wig shopping. I laughed and said, “Not this girl. I’m embracing my new look. Bald is Beautiful. At least, that’s what I hear.”
*Special thanks to Suzan. She has seen me at my worst and at my best, but has always treated me with such dignity. What a beautiful human.
She also took some of the pictures below.
Until next week, K xo