I shaved my head today in preparation for tomorrow. Having worn my hair in various styles all through my life, seeing them fall as the shaver mowed through the locks was an experience I find unforgettable. In a way I felt more relieved that I'm seeing them go in their healthy state than to find them dull and lifeless on my pillow - a sight that will surely greet me into the first week or so of chemo. Vicariously I could feel how an NS recruit or a nun would have felt - an act of staying away from the familiar and embarking on a new chapter in one's life.
I came home to my younger son's eagerness to give his feedback on what would look hip on me. Very useful tips he gave on the wigs, bandanas and beanies. He's accompanying me to the chemo tomorrow and he could just put on his headgear as show of support.
My hair stylist said that the shape of my head is round and I must say that as I look into the mirror, I can accept how I look now and with some creativity, style whatever 'cranial prothesis' (medical term for wigs to claim for insurance purposes) to suit the occasion. I might even go 'au naturel'. I think I have the self confidence to do so.
Sunnybunny
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