Saturday afternoon it was clear that my hair was more than thinning. So as soon as I had a moment, after doing prom make-up, I started hacking off my hair with scissors. Although I had been emotional on and off preceding that, once I started to do something about it I was fine.
I put on my wig and went to take prom pictures where I got lots of teen approval. Came home to Sarah, Demian and the two little ones who didn’t notice a thing different about me.
Sunday morning I got up early to start preparing brunch for 25. It was a little hot and itchy in the wig. When almost everyone was gone Sarah buzzed my head with Demian’s trimmer – aaahhhh so much better!
Monday I got my pre stem cell transplant cleaning and evaluation done – North Branford Dentists – they were fabulous. I need a few things done, but they assured me they could do it in time, even if they had to work longer hours!
Then I went to work, the big test. By the end of the day I was practically embarrassed to be pulling off the ruse so easily; “your hair looks great straightened, did you do it yourself?”, “love your hair”, “looks great”, “loving it straight”, etcetera.
I am sure some people might be wondering. But thankfully no questions.
Overall it’s not bad, not bad at all.