Well, we’re still here at home. Clio’s numbers still weren’t high enough to start her next round of chemo, but we’re going to test again tomorrow and possibly go in on Friday. Or maybe it’ll end up being next week. Who the hell knows! It’s completely beyond our control.
Speaking of things being beyond our control — and attempting to regain some sense of control: Remember back over the summer when I wrote about how I was considering donating my hair for wigs for cancer patients? Partly because it’s a nice thing to do and partly because sometimes big changes in life make you want to change your appearance?
Well, I did it yesterday. Took off just shy of 9 inches to donate to Pantene Beautiful Lengths, which was recommended to me by someone (here, maybe?) as one of the best programs. They also don’t require your hair to be as long, so that was a bonus, too. My hair was getting so freakin’ long I was starting to look like Cathy. (From the comic, that is. Ack!)
I’ve had more or less the same hair for the past, oh, fifteen years, albeit with variances in color and presence of bangs. So I was kind of curious what I’d look like with shorter hair. This was a good excuse.
So, here I am at the salon right before the big chop. I just pulled my hair out of a ponytail (its usual state these days, since it was so long and annoying) and it’s sort of messy and wavy. I also look a little apprehensive, don’t you think?
