My Hair
Friday, August 13th, 2010How many times have you been told you’re going to lose your hair? It’s coming out. Nothing is going to stop it and a very official person in a white coat has told you this and even gave you a time frame? I have been told this twice.
First time was June 2009 when I was diagnosed with Breast Cancer and I was beginning chemo. It was going to fall out within two weeks and it will happen fast - within 24 hours. At that time, I shaved my head during a thunderstorm at 4:00 in the morning.
This time out of shear rebellion I cut it myself. I’ve always wanted to try cutting my own hair. Just to see if I could do it. How hard could it possibly be? I stood with a black cape around my neck, hair dripping down my sides and my hands working like Edward Scisscorhands.
I was going mod. Something edgy. Fresh. Off-centered (not Flock of Seagulls), but maybe something someone would want to emulate. A look only a woman about to lose her hair would dare sport. This is what I ended up with:
That’s right. A dutch boy haircut. Nothing edgy. No off-set bangs. Nothing crazy and fun and wild. A plain dutch boy haircut. Even my own daughter looks disgusted by it.
I don’t have the chops (pun intended) to cut my own hair. If you need an edgy, mod, fresh hair cut, do not call me. I am not your girl. But I tried it. Attempted it. Failed it. And it doesn’t matter because it’s going to fall out soon anyway.
Now when I hear Brooklyn pray at night “Dear God, please don’t let mama’s beautiful hair fall out because it’s so pretty”. I can’t help but wonder if God is cracking up and figuring out a way to let Brooklyn know He’s doing me a favor by letting it go.
