This morning I noticed in the shower that my hair has started to depart my head. Running fingers through it, handfuls of hair in my hand.
Not that it hasn't been real up until this point. Not that there haven't been hard parts. But, somehow the hair in my hand (and the drain, and all over the bathroom) takes this to a new level of "real".
I was warned about the hair loss. I knew it was coming. But, somehow nothing quite prepares for such a TANGIBLE drastic side effect. That baldness that seems to be the icon for chemo is now happening to me.
So, I'm going to take charge. I'm having my head shaved tomorrow.
I really don't know how I'll feel when I see myself sans hair. I guess I'll find out tomorrow.
For tonight, my hair follicles better party it up because tomorrow they go.
Guess it’s time to get used to funky hats.