I'm in Charge Hair! (I mean Here- lol)

I washed my long, blond hair for the last time this morning. I don't try to dwell for too long on things during this Adventure so this moment will be no different. I actually even was a bit excited that it was the last time especially because of the 5 hours it took for the dang mop to dry. (I don't think I've used a blower dryer in over 5 years and there is no reason to start now. LOL)

In case you were not aware, Chemo attacks all your cells including those that attach your hair to your head. In 80% + chemo cases, patients lose their hair. One thing that I've heard over and over again from cancer patients was how hard it was to face Day 10-14 after their 1st Chemo when big wads of hair started coming off their heads. I heard it's one of the hardest things to face and a bit painful. (Maybe more like "I just took a really tight ponytail out of my hair" feeling) I can only imagine! Cancer is really good at taking away any resemblance of  being "in charge". Which is really irritating, by the way! So I came to the conclusion that with THIS part of cancer- I am totally in charge hair. (I mean here!) Take that Cancer!

In anticipation for my soon-to-be baldness, I decided that I would take matters into my own hands (or at least in the capable hands of my personal Barber Shop Quartet). What better time to shave my head than days before cancer can steal it from me? As a Birthday present to myself, [Happy Birthday to me!] Brett and the kids helped me shave my head. It was a little too emotional for Liberty so we let her skip the event but everyone else made it a party! (Sorry 'bout you having a bald mommy, Sis. It'll grow back, I promise!) A pair of scissors, the electric shears and a chance to cut off Mom's hair?- the kids were in heaven. We tried to make it very clear that this is NOT ok ever again or on anyone else. This will be the test to see if they really ever listen to us, right?  LOL

I experienced the whole gamut of hair styles- the Justice cut, the 13th Apostle look, the really long Mullet and then of course our final outcome: You can just call me GI Jane! And who knew I had such small cute shaped head? [I have to admit that I was a little worried with the perma-dent in the back that my dear younger brother gave to me when I was little with a screwdriver!! Crazy boys- give 'em a tool and watch out! LOL]

Victoria was really cute after- she told me she was sad that my hair was gone but it was ok cuz I needed a haircut anyways. LOL She was right! I was in desperate need of a color and haircut anyways. Look at me- I just saved myself a $100 salon visit- another fantastic unknown bonus of my cancer. Wahoo!
PS We are totally gonna pee our pants if I am part of the 20% that don't lose their hair. Wouldn't that be a kicker!? Guess we'll just say I'm just taking one for the TEAM anyways. Besides- I already bought a wig- might as well get my moneys worth from it, right?
PSS A couple days later I was trying on a few different wigs and hats and Glory was helping me take some pictures. In between each wig, she would giggle and tell me saw my "BORING" hair! I really think she meant my bald head but maybe not... Maybe to a 3 year old a bald head is boring. I'm sure she means no offense to any who are follicly challenged themselves. LOL