Hair

Tuesday, the 19th of August 2014, I shaved my head in anticipation of my hair falling out post chemo. It was an intimate group of friends and family all gathered together at Sherri's Cut Company. Kelly, my hair dresser, was amazing! She prayed for me as we all stood in a circle and held hands before that first cut. I was emotional and Casey was there to take pictures of the whole ordeal.  It wasn't until I saw Jaelyn crying that I really lost it while I was getting my scalp rinsed off after the hair cut. There's something so personal about hair. For me it means that without it, people stare and know that I am sick. I hate that. I liked hiding behind my hair and acting normal even though cancer has taken over my life. No one knew it. To others it may mean I'm a survivor. I have to look at it like that. "I'm a survivor" seems weird to announce as I'm still not in the clear because I'm having treatments. But once they cut out my cancer, I was officially cancer-free. I will feel like a survivor after I complete the treatments I'm suppose to take. My mom reminds me that I used to have cancer. But not now. She's right too.