On the day of my first chemo treatment, I decided to go for the haircut. The last thing I wanted was to have long clumps of hair on my pillow so I decided that short wisps of hair would be more tolerable. I have had short hair in the past but never this short. The thought process behind "The Nurse Jackie" is that once the hair starts falling out, it's easier to shave when it's at a short length. As you can see, I'm trying to minimize the trauma!
Here is the before, during and after:
Getting it all chopped off was a very liberating feeling, You see, every summer I bitch and moan about my thick mane and how hot it makes me. I've said in fits of rage, "I wish I could just shave it all off!"
Well, now my wish has been granted. This is the new me, for now. I was elated for a few days about this haircut.
And then suddenly, I wasn't.
Everywhere I turned, especially on TV, all I could see was HAIR and how beautiful it was. It was suddenly like a rare treasure....one that I no longer had. And then I remembered what my friend Michelle said as we discussed my new, short do. "Let's face it, you were never really happy with your hair!" And we both laughed. She's right. As much as everyone would tell me I was lucky to have such thick, wavy hair, I never really enjoyed DOING my hair. I am just not good at it. I hate fussing with it and in the summer, it gets so frizzy. I am convinced God gave me 2 boys because I am not good with doing even a simple barrette on a kid, let alone myself!
We women stress way too much over our hair, don't we? Mine is now on borrowed time and I keep checking my pillow each morning. My scalp is getting prickly. I look in the mirror and don't really recognize myself anymore. My youngest son couldn't really look at me for a few days after The Big Cut.
It's ok, I get it little boy. Momma understands!