Today was another Silver Lined day over here on Recovery Road. Why? Well, because I went to get my first HAIRCUT. It’s been NINE months since my last one (well, not counting the head shave!).
I can’t tell you how happy and excited and even a little nervous I was about it. I think that the nervousness stemmed from the fact that I treasure and appreciate every strand of hair these days (even if walking into the salon I did look like a cross between a chia pet and a baby chick).
My hairdresser told me that I looked especially unusual (yes, she used that word) because each strand of my hair was the same length. Hmm….the concept of EACH hair being the same length is simultaneously amusing and perplexing to me. There is no other time in our lives when we literally start from scratch. Most babies are born with some hair, even a teeny bit.
Not after chemo. No sir-eee. Every strand of hair starts from ground zero.
Apparently, this equal hair growth explains why I had Hurricane Chemo on the back of my head (literally, the hair was growing in a circle!).
As my hairdresser was reaching for alternative scissors, she said that the ends of my hair were very strange (yes, she also used that word) kind of like…
A baby chick? I asked. Her eyes widened as she said, “Exactly!”
I left feeling a little more styled, which was definitely a step up from the way I woke up this morning. I happened to really appreciate and value my baby chick hair. It was such a great and wonderful gift to me at a time when I needed it the most (Silver Lining).
A hair in the head is worth two in the brush.