Actually, my kindergarten picture - except for the crooked bangs - shows that I haven't changed my hair style too much over the years. A bob is always stylish!
Yes, my mom cut my bangs, but didn't all mom's back in the 50's and 60's? I remember that at some point she used this pink tape to hold our bangs in place and then she'd cut a supposedly straight line. It wasn't always, but isn't that the charming part of this picture?
Of course, once I got into high school the style was long and straight so I was in luck. I didn't have to wear the orange juice cans or use an iron on my hair. It was already straight!
The first chemotherapy drug I took was stopped after 2 infusions because it wasn't working and my hair slowly started to grow back in. I wore the wig a lot because I just wasn't comfortable with my bald head even though everyone told me I had such a nice shaped head. By February, however, my hair was growing out and after Jeanne trimmed it up, it looked pretty good, so I started going without my wig. It was fine and I liked it and it was curly!!! I had curly hair!! I had heard that this happens to some people who go through chemotherapy, but I just didn't expect it. When my hair started to get longer, I went to have Jeanne cut it again and she asked me what she should do. I told her that I never had curly hair...I had no clue! In Jeanne's hands, however, my hair couldn't have been cuter. I had hair again and I loved it!
I was getting use to my cute, short, curly hair when I had to change chemo drugs again in August, 2011. I was told my hair would fall out again, but I didn't want it to go anywhere until after Gretchen's wedding. I am happy to say that my hair held on - nothing was coming out the day of the wedding - until the next day. It's like my hair knew the wedding was over and it could fall out...and fall out it did!
This time it wasn't traumatic. I had been there, done that. At least I am still here - hair or no hair - and that is the most important part. I have a new wig - it's short and curly like my chemo hair that grew back in - but I haven't worn it yet because it's just not cold enough to wear a wig. I'm sure I will soon, but in the meantime, I wear my hats and would like to get a few more hats just because it's easier not to have to mess with wigs. If you would have told me a year ago that I would be OK with my hair falling out again, I would not have believed you, but it's true.
This is me now...me and my bald head. It's part of my journey and I'm glad I'm embracing it this time. It's a lot more fun! In fact, I think I should be Uncle Fester for Halloween...don't you? Just put some black around my eyes and a lightbulb in my mouth and I'm set!