As you may remember from my "chemo diaries" posts, I did lose some hair. Not a small amount - at least it didn't seem that way. I'd wake up with hair over the pillow. I found plenty of hair every time I swept the floors. And don't even get me started about all the hair in the shower.
But, as
tweelore once memorably told CC, "[Strannik] has beautiful hair, thick like a wolf of the tundra, glossy like the beards of the muscovites." My hair wound up thinning out, but I ultimately kept far more of it than I lost.
That said - I do have bal spots on the top of my head and on the sides. Nothing the rest of my hair doesn't easily cover, but I know they're there.
Over the last week or so, my hair started to grow back. But it would probably take a few weeks before it fully grows back.
Thing is, I haven't cut my hair since a few weeks before chemo started. And in these seven months, the hair that didn't fall out keep growing. And growing. And growing. Some parts in the front actually reach the tip of my nose.
My mom has been hinting - first subtly, then a great deal less subtly - that I should cut it. And honestly, while part of me can't help but be me amused at just how profoundly, viscerally this bugs her, it is getting to the point where my hair is become unmanagable. Not that I do a particularly good job of managing it i the best of times, but still...
Except, you know, there are those not-quite-but-still-mostly bald/thinned spots. I would like them to at least grow in a bit more. On the other hand, my hair is really getting long and unmanagable.
Decisions, decisions...