First, let me wish anybody who finds the blog today a very happy 4th of July. Independence Day is my favorite holiday. I love the US, and am continually amazed at the brilliance of our constitution and our forefathers.
Even more, I love hotdogs, watermelon and blowing stuff up.
In honor of my freedom from baldness, here is my progress from the end of chemo until now.
March 14th, 2010. (My last chemo was March 31st.)
May 2nd, a month after chemo.
Today, the 4th of July. Three months post chemo.
I'm actually starting to dig the color. (We gray haired-types say stuff like "dig." We love those groovy slang words, unlike you young whippersnappers.)
All is not perfect in hair land however, despite my unexpected acceptance of being gray. It is starting to curl around the edges, kind of like bozo the clown. And, it's fuzzing up everywhere, probably because it's getting thick underneath. I'm using hair glue to keep it in place on top and on the sides.
When I say glue, I do mean it.
But, no glue in the world controls the curl. When I say curl, I mean the kind of curl that needs a relaxer, not the kind of curl that you could blow dry or flatiron straight. Very tight, very strong, very kinked curls that feel more like steel wool than hair. My stylist says when it's long enough she'll relax it, but we aren't there yet.
What say you? Should I keep it gray or dye it?
For reference, here was the color before:
Oh wait, that's my cat. Well, it was close.
I don't have many pictures of me pre-cancer, and I don't have editing software to cut out all the excess stuff you don't need to see. But, I think you can see the color.
My here and now
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