As far back as I can remember Donna and I have been getting our hair cut every 4 weeks. At the last one each year we sit down with the stylist’s appointment book and mapped out our haircut schedule for the coming year.
The other day I asked Donna was it time for our haircut soon as I thought that mine was getting a little shaggy. She looked in her little calendar and said, “Nope, we aren’t due until July 25th.” “Wow, that is nearly three weeks way,” I said, “my hair is getting long enough that I might have to start carrying that comb again.” That’s when she looked backwards and realized we were supposed to go on June 27th. We had missed an appointment. That was 4 days after chemo #4, so she wasn’t exactly paying attention to those mundane details. Besides, it is not like she noticed needing a haircut, she balder than a new born.
Although, Donna’s head has been itching something fierce and we could swear that some places that were smooth a week ago, so maybe the hair is starting to make a comeback.
A good friend of our family went through chemo for breast cancer, when her hair came back it was prettier than before.
Donna started out with a bit of waviness in her hair, so she is hoping it gets curlier, not straighter like her sister’s hair. She has been telling people that she hopes it comes back red while not really caring as long as it doesn’t come back all gray…