Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow

This week I have ventured out a few times.  Sometimes I'll wear a hat, sometimes I've rocked the bald, and sometimes I have worn a head scarf.  I thought I was strong enough to rock the bald, but now I am not so sure. Maybe it's all in my head, but I've noticed people look at me differently than they did when I had hair.  Men will glance at me and quickly dart their eyes away.  Women often look at me and give me the ever so polite head tilt and a slight smile, as if to take pity on me.  Children stare and sometimes whisper to their parent about the lady with a bald head.  I can't say I blame them.  I'm sure I would have done the exact same thing when I was a child. Kids are curious and I love that!

I especially felt self conscious as I was trolling through Target and saw a group of women close to my age laughing it up and flipping their long, blond, straight hair all around.  It made me sad and self conscious.  I once was confidence in my appearance and that just simply isn't the case anymore.  And perhaps there is a lesson in all of that, that appearance isn't everything, but let's be honest: it's something.  

I'm very open about my cancer.  I blog about it and post my ramblings on Facebook.  The thing about losing your hair, you can't hide it.  It feels so vulnerable.  And even though I am an over-sharer, I would like to have the option of when I share and what I share.  Looking at me, a stranger could probably not even tell I had a mastectomy.  My breasts will soon get pumped full of saline as I go in for my expansions.  But my hair, or lack of, is one of the first things people notice and it isn't near as easy to hide.  I feel like I have a 'cancer' bumper sticker on my big, bare forehead.  Some days, I'm okay with that, but some days I just want to blend in.  So, while I can put up a brave, happy-go-lucky face on my blog, going out in public is a lot more difficult for me now.  I'm constantly looking around judging peoples reactions.  I totally acknowledge it's very ego-centric and reminiscent of junior high school.    

I do have my sassy red wig.  But to be honest, when I put it on I feel like a giant faker.  And it's itchy.  And I would constantly worry if it is on my head right.  It's not the real me, and I pride myself on being real and authentic.  The other three options of hat, head scarf, or bald just make me look like a cancer patient.  And, I suppose that is okay because I am a cancer patient.  But even this over-sharer wishes I had a bit more control over my over-shearing get it, share - shear?! HA!.

Yesterday, on Thanksgiving, my hair officially started to fall out.  I would take a little pinch of my short, dark hair and like 20 little hairs would come out.  Richard shaved my head even shorter, in hopes of lessening the patchy baldness.  Even though he acted like it was no big deal, I can't imagine that was much fun for him.  Even though I shaved my head nearly two weeks ago, it's still a shock to me.  Just makes it all so real.  Honestly, on one hand I'm glad it started falling out.  I've been dreading it.  And, in my small little mind, it shows me that the chemo is working.  If it is destroying my hair growth, perhaps it is also destroying any rogue cancer cells in my body.

It's just hair.  It was hair today and will be gone tomorrow.  But, it will grow back.  Small price to pay for reducing my cancer reoccurrence rate, I suppose.