Oh, Baby, I'm Gonna Love You Forever

… They say cancer can take its toll on a body/Makes a young girl’s brown hair fall out/Well, Honey, I don’t care, I ain’t in love with your hair/And if it all fell out, I’d love you anyway.

I was up in the middle of the night again, and when I went to brush my unruly nighttime hair, I realized it was falling out. Long strands tangling around my brush and my hands, falling in clumps in the sink and on the floor. I thought I had passed the four-week window, but, no, one day before the four weeks was up, I started losing my hair. 😫😢😭 I wrote a blog post the last time I had cancer about how it felt to lose my hair, part of my identity and the thing I liked to hide behind. I have social anxiety, and I don’t like any attention drawn to myself, and I don’t like everyone being able to tell that I am sick. But, there are pluses to not having hair, as well. It actually boosts my confidence because I realize that hair just really doesn’t matter, and I can get ready in five minutes. I bought a few new bamboo hats that are pretty cute to make me feel better. I lost about half my hair today. I am assuming I will lose the other half tomorrow, and I will need to shave my head. I am disappointed to be losing my hair again, but it is what it is, too. I will try to make the best of it and enjoy being able to get ready in five minutes flat now.