Here’s a little candid photo series about something some consider not so fun. Losing hair while undergoing chemo. At least, most folks seem sad about it as regards a few of the responses I’ve gotten when I’ve mentioned the passing (temporary?) of my hair.
In preface to those who don’t understand the chemo reference, here’s how I got here:
Roy Rogers is riding tonight. Cancer and me
And I thought to myself, how odd that a couple of months ago, when it was summer, I drove with the windows down and my hair was blowing, but I had two feet of it then and it was such a hassle because it was blowing across my face and getting in the way and I had no hair tie in the car and it was hot, hot, hot. Today, the bits of hair flying were not a hassle; the sensation was rather oddly liberating.
That’s how I still feel. Will I still feel this way as time progresses? Don’t know. Don’t care.
(crossposted at Dailykos)