Bald is Beautiful

What an emotional weekend. On Saturday I had another clump of hair fall out and was left with very little hair. I made my mind up, I was headed to the barbershop. I walked in to this shop with my mom, my aunt and my kid. There were five guys working and a full waiting area. I asked how long the wait would be and they started saying really late times. Then the one in the middle says, "All I see are girls, where are the dudes at?" But he said all getto like. So I looked at him, and choked up. Holding back the tears, "I'm going through chemo and I need someone to cut my hair." He told me that he would do it next. The guys got up to let us sit. I waited and it was so hard. Then once I got in the chair, he asked if I wanted to keep my hair. I held my breath as he started. Then he took the little hair I had left and gave it to my mom. As he worked he asked about my diagnosis. We are the same age. My mom and aunt cried, but my daughter was giving me a thumbs up. It is so wierd. But I found that I was not prepared for a bald head. I had no clue how to tie a scarf, let alone where to buy one. All of the wig stores were closed. I finally found some, but I didn't know how to tie it, I looked like a pirate. Thank god for YouTube. She talked about having fun with your new look. I have improved in my scarf tying and am learning how to accesorize with big earrings and flower clips. At night it is so cold! I have been sleeping in a sponge bob knit cap to keep warm. I am getting more comfortable seeing myself with no hair. I still don't like it, but shower time is much faster now. I know that I still have a long journey ahead, but I feel like I jumped over a huge hurdle and have come such a long way.