About that time last year, I was done with chemo. I remember
the day I first saw it in the mirror: the start of the beginning of a shadow on
my nude crane. My hair was growing back. As it often happens post-chemo, this
new hair is very curly. I have mixed feelings.
On one hand, I am happy to have hair back. On the other, my
hair never looked that way. It used to frame my face in what I considered a
somewhat flattering way, hiding me from the world.
This new hair is dramatically different plus it grows upward
instead of going down toward my shoulders. I am living a new capillary experience.
I only hope gravity will do its thing before I look like this…
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