My hair. It's always had a mind of its own.
It started falling out earlier this week. My scalp had been feeling weird.
"Why, even the hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not; you are of more value than many sparrows."
Jesus said that. Maybe he was hinting of my nest? 😉
Tuesday I took a shower in the morning and again that night. My hair clogged the drain both times. Wednesday morning, another shower before chemo, same thing. So much hair. That night I was so tired and just achy after chemo, I just wanted a shower and my bed. As I stuck my head under the water, I let my hair get wet and added shampoo. And more hair stated falling out tangled together in huge matted dreadlock looking things. I called for Charlie to bring me my comb. I slathered in conditioner and gently tried to work through the tangles. It just got worse and more clumps just added to it. This is it.I had already talked to my boys about when it was time to shave my head. They've had me cutting their hair their whole lives. It was their turn to buzz mine. Nathan had a hard time with it and decided not to. Ryan took over and cut that nasty dead rat looking thing off my head. It made for a nice moustache. And a goatee. We had fun with it.Edward Scissorhands does my hair!!