And off it went...

On Friday, my friends, husband, and son all took a chunk of hair and cut it.  Did it bother me? Yes, but just for a couple of seconds.  Luckily, I had a couple of glasses of wine in my system, so the shock didn't really hit me until later. 


Everyone took a couple of turns cutting my hair.  At one point the only sections of hair that were long were two strands on either side of my head.  I looked like a Hasidic Jewish person.  No joke.  I think in a small way, everyone enjoyed cutting my hair.  I mean, really, who wouldn't love the opportunity to cut someone's hair and not get in trouble for doing it?!?!?!?










After that, Omar, Little O, and I went on our merry way back to our house.  We got Little O in bed and that is when the real trauma fun began!  Omar got out his hair clippers.  He started trimming my hair at the longest length possible with his clippers.  That didn't quite work.  I had really short hair, but my cowlicks and part were very apparent and looked super dorky.  So, we went down 2 more notches.  Still the cowlicks were still going in crazy directions, but my part was less visible.  It still looked super dorky.  So, down a few more notches and voila!  Perfection was achieved!  Well, as perfect as one can get with 1/2" of hair!

My hair is super dark, almost as dark as Omar's (he had shaved his hair before he did mine and our hair was mixed together on the floor of our shower!).  I have some gray hair in their too.  My ears stick out pretty nicely as well.  I haven't gotten used to the fact that my hair is this short.  I probably never will.

In all honesty, I think this has been the hardest part of my whole breast cancer journey.  I am not a vain person, but man, do I already miss my hair.