Women know. It’s the single most identifying feature of us all….our hair. Straight, curly, permed, highlighted, low lighted, we have done it all. Women pay big bucks to have the looks they desire for their hair, and they do it often and without remorse. They feel entitled. It comes with the territory of femininity and fashion. It’s just what we DO. We also cry about our hair, call our girlfriends about our hair and here’s a new one, BLOG about our hair! Ha ha!
I have never done THIS before, and it feels very, very foreign. Sprouting a new head of hair isn’t like growing a garden. No Miracle Grow for hair exists. It comes in at its own sweet pace, and it comes in with no idea of where to lay down. No part, no cowlick…just WILD, funky and uncontrollable hair. Mine came in very gray a few weeks ago but I finally couldn’t take it anymore and decided to color what little I have to its original medium brown. Even still, looking at myself in the mirror is not something I have gotten use to. I still long deeply to have my old hair return, to be able to twirl it between my fingers and to brush its long strands, to twist it up into a claw clip or to rope it off into a pony tail. Instead, I have wavy, spiky sprouts, each with a mind of its own. The day can’t come soon enough when I will have something that can actually be trimmed and styled. Until then, ball caps and bandanas cover up my crazy locks when I go out in public, and I do a double take when I pass by a mirror in the hall. Who is that person? I still can’t believe it’s me. I watched a hilarious video about a woman’s history of hair, and I thought you’d enjoy it too. So here’s to our hair, ladies! Enjoy what you’ve got! “Every day with hair is a good hair day!”
A fellow breast cancer survivor wrote to me today and said something that struck me…she said, “Use this time as a gift”. I am trying to find God’s gifts to me in breast cancer instead of the many curses a disease can bring. I am sure years from now I will look back and wish for these moments of reflection, days of thinking about what matters most in life, and counting the many blessings in my life.
(This video is courtesy of Brian Walsh who write’s My Wife With Cancer‘s blog at blogspot.com. His wife Karen is battling breast cancer too. Karen is about 6 months behind me in her treatment. )