My hair started falling out a few days ago. This has been the thing I've been dreading the most since I knew I had to do chemotherapy. I got a head start on the hair loss by giving cancer the bird and chopping my hair off right after my diagnosis. I actually really loved the cut and thought maybe I should have done it sooner.
I was struggling with whether to keep my hair for as long as possible or just to shave it. After it starts falling out, it is very emotional to watch. At first, it was just a hair here or there, and slowly it has turned into me pulling clumps out. So, I grabbed the bull by the horns, called my hairdresser, and told her I was ready for her to shave it. I figured that it was going to all fall out sooner or later so there is really no point in delaying the process. Waking up to a pillowcase covered in hair is not my idea of a good time. My hairdresser graciously offered to come to my house to shave it for me so I didn't have to go to the salon. I had her come over the evening of my birthday because why not? I already had chemo that day so why not make it a big ole party? My good friend Marianne came over to for moral support.
I look terrified in this picture. I was.
Here goes nothing....
It was so weird to feel all of that hair falling down
While she was shaving it, she kept saying, your head is perfect! I was worried I might have a misshapen head or bumps or moles. You just never know right? I've never been bald before.
I should have left it like this for a few days! Ha!
And done. It took about 5 minutes. Marianne kept reassuring me that I looked great.
Not too bad I guess. This is one of the weirdest feelings ever. It was very cold!
I don't love being bald but it actually wasn't as bad as I was anticipating. Now I get to bust out all those head covers, scarves, and wigs I've stocked up on. Take that chemo!!