I finally decided to go bald. I had T call his barber and he made an appointment.
Early when I was diagnosed , my plan was to go to my hair dresser and bring a bottle of wine and make a big production out of it.
However , after 5 surgeries and one round of chemo, I was just ready to cut it off.
Well I went to T's barber by myself. Now you may wonder why T did not go with me. I am not sure why, but it did not matter, sometimes a sistah got to man up and do the damn thing by herself!
So I went and Ed the barber started to cut. He asked if I wanted to leave a little on. I was like nope lets do the damn thing. So he cut it all off. All of it.
I felt funny. I felt really funny. I looked at in his mirror and than in the mirror in my car.
I went straight home and showed T.
I did not cry at first. Than I cried a little. I looked exotic! Did not look bad at all.
But I had to get used to it.
I had scheduled a mediation and decided I would go. So I did!
I felt funny again. Like everyone was looking at me, because I was bald. It was a strange feeling so I decided that I would tell you upfront: " I am bald , because I have cancer and chemo was taking it out! "
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Hey, Vick. I am engrossed in reading about the challenges of dealing with being bald when you have always had hair. I feel ya on not wearing a wig. I don't know if I would feel like myself while wearing a wig. But then I guess, "Feeling like yourself" takes on all new meaning in a circumstance like this. None the less, have you ever worn a African head wrap? I, of course, saw you at the Women's Political Group Presidential issues forum and I thought you were absolutely adorable just as you are. Black, Beautiful and Bald; Short, Sassy and Shaven! Ha ha ha.
Andrea
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