On Friday morning, exactly two weeks after my first chemotherapy treatment, I woke up and put my hair in a ponytail so that I could go brush my teeth, only to end up with a clump of hair in my hand. I knew that this day would come and honestly, holding the clump in my hand wasn’t as traumatic as I thought it would be. It reminded me that these crazy chemical chemotherapy drugs are working and doing what they are supposed to do.
Since learning that I am definitely going to lose my hair, I decided that I wanted to donate my hair to Locks of Love. I have never been brave enough to cut that many inches off of my hair but figured that since I am going to lose it, now is as good a time as any. I reached out to Davide, the only stylist who I have let cut my hair since I moved to NYC (with the exception of one really bad cut that required an emergency fix) to see if he would help me do it and he agreed.
After spending the morning in Aidan’s classroom “Family Friday”, I walked into Davide’s salon for the big chop. He divided my hair into four ponytails and braided each of them before cutting them off. Holey Moley. Whoever gets this hair is a lucky duck. Holding the braids in my hand- my thick, beautiful healthy hair – was the most surreal feeling. Davide then went on to give me a super chic choppy cut that was way too cool for me but I loved it. I haven’t had short hair since my mom gave me an awful haircut before my kindergarten picture day (mom, don’t you dare share that photo). While this cut is only temporary, before it all falls out, it gave me a taste of what my hair is going to look like when it starts go grow back in, and I’m kind of excited about it.
Huge thanks to Rachel and Samo for coming with me to get my haircut and to Davide for supporting me through this hair journey. I could not think of anyone else who I would let come near me to chop 10 inches of hair! So grateful.