After the shower – This is what I combed out
After drying and styling my hair
This is halfway through my ‘session’ – Sam is loving pretending to be my french hair stylist
This is the end result
So, I thought I would have been waiting longer before the big shave but OMG, when the locks start falling, they fall in a big way. Yesterday i ran my hands through my itchy head and pulled out a reasonable sized lock of hair. I waited. I looked. Nope, no tears. I cried looking at another bloggers photos of her holding her hair in her hand but it didn’t happen when I held mine.
Sam came home from work and you know how sometimes when you have to tell someone something and you think you are going to be ok but as soon as you start speaking, you start blubbering and crying and stuff? Well, I thought this would happen to me but nope, I showed him my locks of hair I’d pulled out and he wanted to have a go. He ran his hands through my hair and nope, he got nothing so it really was a non event. He was even a bit disappointed to have not managed to get a handful of my hair can you believe!?
Today, whole new story. I did the whole ‘tug’ on my hair when I woke and nothing happened so I thought, oh, that must have just been a one off and a coincidence because yesterday was day 14 after the spa therapy (chemo) and the spa nurses said hair loss would occur at day 14. Well blow me down with a feather – where they not spot on or what?
Anyhoo, I was having my loving morning cuppa and a few, shall we say, tendrils of hair, fell onto my keyboard. Shit. This was not going to work for me. Then there was the odd hair on my arm and I am not one for feeling tickly spider web feelings on my body so I managed my way to the shower expecting all of my hair to fill the drain but again, hardly a hair came out. I thought I was imagining the hair loss. Maybe I was going to be one of those people who only had mild hair loss.
I had seen on other blogs and read other stories where the shower is when it all happens. Like in the olden days, remember the movie ‘psycho’? The fear on her face? Backed up against the tiled wall. That is how I expected I would be. Ok fine, she was about to be stabbed to death from memory and all I was about to face was hair loss but my shower experience was more like a scene from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I was singing away and having quite a lovely time until it was time to get out.
Drying off and sorbelining myself was all well and good until it was time to comb the hair and goodness me, there was an absolute mountain of hair! LIke seriously, the hair loss was incredible. I looked at my head expecting to see big bald spots but nope, no bald spots but a big mountain of hair was there, on the vanity unit looking at me.
So now, I am balding my way through life and whilst it is chilly, at least I can put my hair dryer, dry shampoo, hair straightener, hairspray, straightening serum, Nioxin Shampoo and Conditioner, Hair Treatments and Hair ties all away and make for a clean and tidy vanity unit.
I hope my naked head doesn’t frighten or scare anyone. I hope I dont create any nightmares or fears for anyone. I have had so many lovely messages, emails and texts saying I am inspiring and even making people less frightened of the ol’ mammogram and ultrasounds etc. Dont let the bald head change all that. It will grow back and I will be wishing for beautiful thick lovely curly locks this time instead of the thin drab hair I had previously.
Here is the final photo… what I like to call, the crime scene