Tales from the Flight of the Phoenix

On Monday, I cut my hair in anticipation of it falling out during chemo.  I could of held onto it longer.  I could have waited to get it cut, but something told me that would just keep me in further denial.  I don't think I could have handled having large, shoulder-length clumps of hair falling out in the shower or left on my pillow. So, it had to go.

So I went to one of my favorite hairdressers and she was very helpful in finding a short cut that could fit my fat face - oh I'm sorry, my 'round' face.

Everyone has been very supportive and tells me how cute/great/pretty it looks, but that doesn't make me less upset about it.  I can't believe I'm shallow enough to cry about losing hair.  It's just hair and it will grow back - or so everyone keeps telling me.

It's a little more real now. *Sigh*
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