After long last and lots of obsession, I finally have what my Nat calls "a full head of hair." Brandon isn't so sure. He was a little uncomfortable when he learned that I didn't bring a hat for our shopping trip yesterday. But after a few minutes in the store he informed me that no one had stared yet. I told him it was okay if people stared, it just meant they were trying to figure out if I'd been sick or if I just liked really short hair. He shrugged and mumbled that it's still best if they don't stare at all.
I actually did get a few stares from some tiny kids, but they smiled back when I smiled at them, so I don't think they were traumatized. Just confused.
For any of you sick-os who are just dying to know the details (sorry to call you sick-os, know that I dearly love anyone who cares enough about me to want to know the details, I just feel kind of silly giving them, but since I keep getting asked...) In the last couple of weeks I've had to dig up tweezers for my eyebrows...shave my legs more times than I can count (those leg hairs are in some serious quest to make up for lost time)...the eyelashes are nice and short but I can find the little stubs with mascara...and anything I haven't mentioned is doing nicely too.
This was me watching my boo-ti-ful grandson on Monday, May 6, my last day of radiation, with my ouchy burns still fresh and raw:
And this is the two of us baldies today (two weeks later) with the wounds all healed up. He's a little too mesmerized by my web cam to smile, but I promise we were having fun. Can you just STAND all that hair? I even put gel in it today (as if you couldn't tell.) ;)