I thought you all might appreciate a look back at my hair.
Evolution of the hair.
Hair today, gone yesterday, back tomorrow.
Hair apparent. Hair not-so-apparent.
Hair of the chemo that bit you.
Oh, heck, nevermind.
Here are some photos of my hair growth, loss and regrowth over the past few months.
This cut was courtesy of my friend Natasha. She has boys. She cuts their hair. I told her to do it at least as short as she would cut their hair. She did. I really liked how easy this cut was!
I’m walking down Michigan Avenue in Chicago for my first bald outing! The Hilton Towers were on fire behind me, which made my tragedies seem much less tragic. Ok, no one was injured. It was just a small fire, but that is a cop car behind me and there were 15 firetrucks.
This is my 15th day after chemo party. That is Elaine’s arm in the picture. (Elaine has great forearms. They should be featured in more pictures.) I may look like I am happy, but I was exhausted and totally faking it. Well, I was ecstatic to be done with chemo – thus, the party – but I was pooped and didn’t want anyone to know.
Rome suits me. The wall behind me is Caesar’s tomb. He might be dead, but I made it through chemo and have a nice, new crop of hair to show for it. Alora.
I’m bringing back sassy.