It's something I've always done, twirled the ends of my hair -- sitting at a traffic light, watching TV, whenever. Now, I'm afraid to touch my hair for the knowing that at some point it's going to start falling out. Yeah, I know, it'll grow back. Thing is, the loss of hair marks one more part of my life over which I have no control. It's also the most visible sign that I'm going through chemo. What a bitch.
EVENING UPDATE (9:15 p.m. EDT): Yikes, what a moment of self pity (and vanity)! A lovely walk at the park with Sedona and some blueberries for dessert took me out of the doldrums. I mean, really, who can stay blue when they have a baby like this to love?!
I would be feeling the same way about the hair. I wish that wasn't a side effect.
ReplyDeleteGreat picture of Sedona!
Love you friend!
Hey LJ the bald look works for lots of us! ;) You're beautiful with or without your hair!
ReplyDeleteComing from a man who wears handsome well (inside & out), I'll take those words to heart! Thanks and love ya!
ReplyDeleteHey Laura,
ReplyDeleteI've been catching up on your blog and let me tell you, it's bringing back some memories for me. I had the EXACT same thought about losing my hair. It pissed me off because it was the only real visible marker that I was sick and that sucked. But, I will say, you pull off the chrome dome well my friend. :-) Take care! Wishing you well!