My hair is pretty much gone now. It began falling out about three weeks after my chemo treatments began, about twelve weeks ago. I've been sporting a scarf, or some sort of head covering ever since.
This is me with my daughter Pearl on my birthday in July.
It has been an excellent life lesson, having no hair, especially because I had been particularly enamored with it. If anyone were to ask me to describe my appearance, I would start with answering that my hair is red, wavy and usually untamed. Without hair I feel like a different person who people treat very differently from the red-haired me. They seem to wonder whether I'm sick or whether I'm a Buddhist nun, but either way there is a certain reverence. It has rubbed off on me too, in that I have a new reverence for myself. "Yes, I am special! I am learning something hard that you are not having to learn now, but maybe you will someday!"
Its pretty sweet of people to show me this deference and maybe I even deserve it. Chemo-therapy is truly a drag and sucks a lot of precious life energy. On the other hand it has given me something I could have never had otherwise which is a new urgency to live every day to the fullest. Which is such a cliche, but just as true.