Bald

After my last chemotherapy session, I finally decided to shave my head. I waited WAY TOO LONG to do it, letting my hair get so thin. However, it was beanie season and I could easily cover my head with the little strands of hair I had left so I thought I looked somewhat normal still. But it was time…

It was fight night at a friend’s house and we got the crew together for the hair cutting party of the century. All of the dudes went first- shaving each other’s heads, laughing about moles, dandruff, weird shaped heads, and scars. Facial hair was shaped into odd things and then eventually shaved off. It was a happy day filled with good people, smiles and a lot of hair, everywhere.

Then it was my turn. My husband did the honors. It didn’t take long due to my hair being so thin, but man did it feel GOOD. It was refreshing and freeing. No more hiding my thin hair under a hat. Although I did have to wear a hat because my head was so dang cold! Couldn’t believe how cold I was after shaving what little hair I had left. I ended up having to shave my head one last time because my head was like Velcro and was snagging on all of my beanies. Weird things I never even thought of. So one random Thursday in the middle of the day I took some soap and a razor and shaved my own head over the sink- felt like Britany Spears. But man did I feel good about it. We went to dinner that evening for another birthday celebration and I was deciding on wearing a wig or not… I decided not! I walked into that restaurant feeling more free and comfortable than I could have ever imagined being BALD.