Last Saturday morning I woke up with much less hair than I’d gone to sleep with. It’d been very thin for months, due to the six weeks of chemo I had earlier this year. My oncologist warned me that the new cycles of chemo would get rid of the rest of it in 2 -3 weeks. Sure enough, it all fell out right on schedule.
Joan’s reaction was to burst into laughter (she does a lot of that). My reaction to her reaction was to burst into tears (I do a lot of THAT). Then I shaved off what few wisps were left.
The few friends who’ve seen the pictures of my head au naturale have likened me to Rachel Rosenthal. I’m not quite sure how I feel about being compared to an 84 year old performance artist, as brilliant as she may be. I’ll let y’all know.
Meanwhile, here is an tribute to my former head of hair. Long may it wave…after it grows back.