In anticipation of it all falling out, I took a preemptive strike and chopped my hair today. Cutting it somehow felt empowering, like I'm in control of how cancer makes me look. Selfishly, I didn't want to have to clean the shower drain of big clumps of really long strands of hair. It's enough as it is after a normal shampoo, let alone what chemo is about to do to my do. I joked with Chris, though, that I'll probably be the one chemo patient who doesn't lose her hair. How ironic would that be?
I'm going to donate the hair to a group called Wigs for Kids (www.wigsforkids.org). I hope they can put it to good use.