I’ve never really been a ‘hair’ girl.  I mean, I’ve always liked my hair but I’ve never obsessed over it, until now.  The past few days, it’s been falling out, but a few strands at a time.  Normal like.
Well, until today.  Today I would run my hands through it and come out with handfuls of hair.  Totally gross, and every-time I would show it to G.  “G, look at this!  Shoot, it’s coming out”.  He eventually told me I didn’t have to show him all the time, that he believed me. I might have grossed him out too.

It’s hard.  I never thought I was shallow but losing my freaking hair is not easy.  I’m happy though.  My life is good and  I bought wigs, and tons of hats.  My head will never be cold.

G cut my hair tonight.  The first of a few hair cuts.  He did such a great job, I might even get him to be my special stylist après Chemo.  If anybody wants a hair cut, and  a few drinks come on over! G is super sexy, fun, and has a great pair of scissors!    🙂

To be honest, this Chemo experience has not been terrible.  It has been manageable so far, and has made me comprehend even more how much life is so important and so fun.  It makes me want to go out and live, love lots and experience everything that I can possible can/do.  We take so much for granted, complain so much, expect so much, want so much.  This makes me settle down, look back and just be satisfied with what I have.  I want more, of course I do, I think everyone does (and should!) but I’m satisfied with what I have.  I have big dreams. I want to love more, I want to experience more.  I want to live more.  And, I will.

Thank you Cancer for opening my eyes to what I have and what I can have and will have.  I have my whole life to shape.  I’m just getting started 🙂

Before

After!