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A Chemo Hair Story
Waiting for hair to fall out is unnerving. I understand why some folks shave it off to end the suspense and take control. It’s been ten days since my first Chemotherapy treatment for my breast cancer, but I still have a full head of hair. Every time I touch my hair, I expect it to detach from my head, yet it remains—so far.
It’s like living inside a scary movie. You know something will jump out at any moment, but the music keeps sustaining the same note, and the character keeps moving slowly through the neverending scene.
I have had long hair for most of my life, but a week before Chemo started, I donated about 12 inches to Wigs for Kids then bought a synthetic wig for $400. Who knew wigs were so expensive? I love my new cut—it's cute and easy to style.
I got a fabulous haircut, and I’m waiting for it to fall out. When it does, the wig is like the new cut—a layered bob — sassy. I feel prepared, but somehow, I doubt that I am. When it happens, I’ll jump and laugh, just like I do when I watch scary movies. But at least that annoying sustaining note will stop, and the plot will finally move forward.
