Typing the title made me laugh, thinking it sounds like the article is going to be about “Hair Through the Decades”! I won’t lie, there is a small part of me that misses the big glam-rock hair of the 80’s. Don’t hate… But this evolution was of my own hair. I’ve always liked my hair, from the dark color tying me to my American Indian roots, to its waviness and equally how easily it straightens out (thank you high heat and ceramic brushes). My styles have ranged from long to short, permed and all variations in between. And now, bald.
December 1st, I was officially diagnosed with cancer. Two days later I met my oncologist who informed me that one of the many side effects of the particular chemotherapy drugs is hair loss, in about 2-3 weeks after my first treatment. We walked out of there overwhelmed by all of the information and I was incredibly frightened of all the potential side effects of chemo. Except for the hair loss. Like that voice in the back of my head saying, “Well hon, you’ve always wanted to try it, now you get to!” So I told Jason, “If I’m going to lose my hair, it’s on my own terms”. I also thought it would be easier for the kids to see me with super short hair first, easing them into this transition.
The following Monday, one day before beginning chemo, my sweet hair stylist opened the salon just for me, to cut my hair. Truthfully, the best part about that day was spending that time with her and the conversations that flowed and put my anxious mind to rest. Then she cut my hair off. First cutting a wicked bad mullet, just for laughs! And then super short. There was a twinge of sadness, because it was an outward display of the road I was heading down. But it was also such a relief. And I absolutely couldn’t be more grateful to her…
Chemo began and it was rough. After the first week had passed and knowing that my hair would start falling out soon, it was time to get the clippers and buzz it! We made it a family affair. Jason put a guard on the clippers and each kid had several turns cutting mom’s hair. Jason put the finishing touches on it and voila, my first buzz cut! The kids loved it and we laughed the entire time.
My next chemo treatment was scheduled for Tuesday, Dec. 23rd. When I woke the following Friday, after a good bit of the nausea had passed, I realized my hair was starting to fall out, big time. That was the moment I knew it ALL had to go. Sweet Jason brought me in the bathroom and shaved my head. I have always wanted to shave my head, just never had the nerve to do it. Suddenly knowing you are going to lose it all, it becomes an easy choice. And it is so incredibly freeing!
I love having a bald head, truly love it. And going forward, won’t hesitate to shave it again for any reason, or no reason at all.
Big shout out and a lot of love to my sweet stylist and my husband, brother and cousins who joined me on the head shaving/pink wearing adventure!