My hair has definitely been thinning over the last couple weeks, but it’s still relatively regular. Today I had my first few clumps come out. And so it begins.
I had plans to get it cut short before it fell out. I wanted to be adventurous and maybe do a dark bob, or finally attempt to wear it like Tasha Yar from Star Trek the Next Generation (side story– I tricked my dad into letting me get my long hair cut like her in grade 4 while my mom was gone on a business trip. Apparently, the First Choice hair stylist wasn’t familiar with Tasha Yar, and gave me a straight up boys mushroom cut. I’m still surprised my parents didn’t get divorced immediately upon her return!)
I thought I would do it after we put the tree up and got some last pics. And now I’ve spent 9 of the last 14 days in the hospital, and haven’t had a chance… and at this rate, I might be mostly bald before I leave!
I accepted losing my hair a few weeks ago, but I wanted to do it on my terms. I wanted to own the process. But like everything else, I’m learning my best-laid plans are just that- plans. I am pretty sure I’ll end up on the other side of this with a greater ability to go with the flow and to accept the things I cannot control.