Gone

On Wednesday of last week my hair started to fall out. Over the past month I had it cut super short in 2 stages so that Lucy and I could get use to it. On Thursday it really started to fall out, think clog up the drain in the shower. So on Friday night after Lucy went to sleep I decided to take a shower. I thought I had prepared myself for losing my hair. I had said I would shave my head before it started to fall out too much, but I was to much of a chicken for that. I had to clean the drain out 4 times during that now ranked worst shower ever. When I got out and wiped the mirror clean of steam I was so completely unprepared for what I saw I came unglued. Marnie came in was a rock and helped me calm down.

A little later my friend Adrienne came over and brought her husbands clippers. Sitting in the middle of the kitchen with a sheet around my shoulders listening to the buzz and feeling the vibration on my head of the clippers I was reminded of being a little girl. My mom cut my hair in much the same fashion accept with scissors. I would squirm and wiggle and protested. I hated it, every second of it, the little hairs were itchy and sitting still for that long was near impossible for me. But this time I was dead still and in an odd way the hum of the clippers was a soothing transition to the next stage in this battle with cancer.

The clippers can only get close enough to leave a five o'clock shadow so last night Marnie and I finished the job by taking a razor to my head. Thank goodness my head has a pretty nice shape and no odd bumps.

I might post a picture at some point. I have to get use to this new look first.