|Self Portrait, pencil sketch, December, 2008|
|I was born bald, then bald again|
Four years ago today, I lost "the girls' to cancer. I didn't lose my hair till December 30th, 2008, seventeen days after the first chemo treatment, just like predicted. It was a loss,much more devastating than the breasts. The breasts I would live without; they were contaminated. My hair? I cried remembering all the days I bitched I was having a bad hair day. My hair was gorgeous. It was thick and had a lovely soft wave. It looked like shit lying around the barber's chair.
On the twenty ninth, I wishfully thought I might have made it through without hair loss. What did 'they' know? Then I ran my hand through my hair while watching TV that night and it came out in a clump. I got a buzz cut the next day and picked up the hot blond wig I had ordered when first diagnosed, September 22, 2008.
|My blond wig|
|Four Years Later, Here's to You Kid|