Monday, April 5, 2010
I will be honest here: I am very lazy about my hair. If I get a haircut once a year, it's an achievement (it's also the reason why the hair on the right side of my head is two inches shorter than the hair on the left...yeah. HOT.). So the idea that my hair will be gone in a few months seemed like a great (and lazy) reason to do something as high maintenance as dyeing it twenty shades darker. Limited touch-ups! Sweet!
There was a definite 'oh, shit' moment when the colorist came at me with her little brush and bowl of dye. This could have been a major disaster, however, I think it turned out pretty OK. Right? It is also supremely cool that this is basically the same color as my Mom's hair. OH, Mom! She went with me for moral support (I was scared shitless) and took a zillion pictures (including one of me with goop all over my head, will post for laughs) and maybe shed a few tears with me as I watched 24 years of golden locks dissapear. She basically rocks. Thanks Mom:)
When I came home from the salon (HA!), I sat and stared at myself in the mirror for....longer than I will publicly admit. It dawned on me during that narcissession that this was a step towards releasing the connection between my physical self and my identity as a person. I am not my hair. Maybe it won't be so hard to watch my hair fall out now? I dunno, only time will tell. What I do know is that my hair may see a few more colors between now and transplant....
I will go later this week to complete more of the pre-transplant testing: a pulmonary function test and an EKG, as well as a phone evaluation by my social worker. The search continues for a donor AND I get to meet with HR at work about my employment status for next year. Will post if anything interesting happens...though it probably won't. At least I hope not.
In other news, THANK YOU. You know who you are. You are reading this right now and you are amazing. I have posted this before, but I think that saying it again is appropriate. The number of emails, text messages, comments, phone calls, homing pigeons (ok, none of those yet) in response to this blog are overwhelming. You make this so much easier. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Posted by Laura at 12:36 PM