Wednesday, April 22, 2015
Run/ Walk/ Bike/ Elliptical (Today: 3.00 miles; Running Total: 253.66 miles)
Day 285 of *Another* 100 Days of Good Karma.
For the second time in my life, I got my first hair cut today. My hair is really growing in and it needed to be cleaned up. Some sections of my hair have grown faster than others.
Sarah has been cutting my hair for four or five years now.
Sarah is more than just my hair stylist. She’s my friend. She proved that when she came to my house to shave my head.
She ran her fingers through my hair. “It’s so soft,” she said. “I love chemo hair.”
Sarah told me that this hair I have now won’t be the hair I end up with. “This is chemo hair,” she said. “This is what people mean when they say their hair came back a totally different texture after chemo. Your real hair will start growing in and this,” she patted my head, “will fall out.”
“Fall out,” I muttered. “Great.”
“Not fall out like ‘you’ll be bald’. Your hair is always in a state of growing or falling out. It’ll take about a year, but you’ll see your normal hair come back. In the mean time we’ll just clean it up.”
Sarah said she doesn’t recommend coloring chemo hair. “Give yourself a break from chemicals,” she said.
I’m okay with that. I’m not ready to introduce any more chemicals to my body right now. I honestly don’t know if I’ll ever be ready but a year sounds like plenty of time to make up my mind on hair coloring and whether I want to return to it or not.
Sarah tried to cut my hair for free, but I insisted on paying. This is her livelihood. It’s how she pays her bills and puts food on her table. I couldn’t take it for free.
“I have to return to being a paying client sometime,” I said. “Please, just let me pay you and feel normal.”
“Fine,” she said and gave me a price. “I can up that if it’ll make you feel better.”
I shot her a look over my checkbook. “I don’t want to feel that normal.”
Today’s silver lining: I can’t think of a better hair expert to have by my side than Sarah.
She’s seen my hair in every state now. Long, short, bald. That’s a hell of a road to walk with someone.
What’s your silver lining today? I love comments!
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