The title of this post seems to say it all.
I have had some pretty major hair, or lack of hair, anxiety the past couple of days. I had come to the decision a couple of weeks ago that it's time to pretty much hang up the wig for good. Not only is it getting rather hot out, but I'm just plain sick of putting it on before I walk out the door. My hair is also starting to grow pretty quickly so I'm getting more and more comfortable just going around with no wig, cap, whatever. But even though it's growing, I'm still very anxious and aware of going without anything on my head. I told Jack yesterday that I felt very "exposed." I know that this will get easier as I do it more and more often, but still to go out to dinner for the first time last night without my wig gave me butterflies. I was surprised, though, at how quickly I began to feel comfortable. But I will admit that when I went to the bathroom and caught the first glimpse of myself in the mirror, with so-so-so short hair, I was kinda surprised. I guess I don't feel the same way that I look? Hmmmm, not sure. It was kinda weird.
Anyway, I thought I'd update you on my latest growth...helped out by my favorite model (and daughter!), Katie! I am currently 3 1/2 months from my last chemo treatment.
Let the silliness begin...Have a blessed Sunday, friends!