Hair Today. Gone Tomorrow. Back in 2024 (hopefully).
On my birthday this year 2023, my hair began to fall out in earnest. It was expected. It was from the chemo.
There is something a little disconcerting, about running your fingers through your hair and coming away with a handful of it that’s no longer attached to your head…
But, I do find this fascinating. The whole 2-3 weeks since my first chemotherapy was one day after another discovering a new side-effect or symptom. Maybe I’m staying a little too clinical about it, but my body is changing and adjusting to the chemo drugs in expected and unexpected ways, and I’m here for it. It’s fascinating, although not very pleasant.
There is loss here. There is acceptance. There is sadness and hope. There are pictures.
Here are some bald jokes… I apologize in advance:
- When do you know you’re going bald? When you use more toothpaste than shampoo.
- I was gonna make a joke about a bald person’s hair. But then I remembered there was nothing to joke about.
- What do you call a barber that only works on bald people? An air stylist.
- You are so bald that I can simply rub your head and start predicting futures!
- What do you call a bald porcupine? Pointless.
- What’s the most expensive haircut? Chemotherapy
- And my favorite. ~ My hair stylist is my oncologist.
