Well, my hair started falling out on Mother's Day, 12 days after my first chemo treatment. I was expecting another week before I had to worry about it. I pretended it wasn't happening but a couple of days later there was no pretending. I went to Chop Tops to get my hair cut off short immediately. Very cute haircut, but if I had wanted short hair I would have had short hair, you know?
During my second chemo treatment week the bald spots and constantly picking hair out of my mouth, off my shoulders, and off my baby started getting to me so I had my mom shave it all off. It actually felt really, really good. I don't have to spend time doing my hair and I even got some camo pants to match my new look. It's sort of freeing, really.
I'm about to undergo my third chemo treatment and I'm looking in the mirror wishing I had some hair. I have a wig, various hats, scarves, and could even wear one of Maja's stick-on bows if I felt like it. I feel like I've exhausted all looks that could go with a bald head today. I'm such a girlie-girl and I love to wear frilly dresses, but I end up looking like a teenage boy in a dress. Now, I can appreciate a man in a dress...really, I can. I'm just sick of being GI Jane. Boo!
Oh, and razor burn on your head??? That sucks too.