So it’s finally happening. My hair has started thinning and I decided the time has come to embrace the buzz cut. I sat in the chair and told the guy to give me a “number 2.”
“Yes. It’s time.”
Don’t get me wrong: this isn’t a sad story. I’m completely embracing it; I’ve just been lucky that, until now, side effects have been minimal and, for the most part, invisible to the casual observer. (As I often tell Tammy, she’s lucky…I haven’t looked this good since high school.)
But, earlier today, there was no getting around the fact there is a cumulative effect of the chemo. While my weight remains a steady 66.6 kilograms, I’ve also started to break out in acne. (Some might point to sub-par personal hygiene. I beg to differ.)
Here’s the thing: when I got home and stood over the sink shaving, I realized that cancer hair loss is a zero-sum game. My ears, nose, eyebrows and back all show absolutely no signs of hair loss. In fact, I dare say they all look quite lustrous.
So, there you so. My hair isn’t leaving me, per se. It’s simply relocating to hairier pastures.