So when your hair starts falling out from chemo, it’s actually quite painful. It gets stuck on everything (think hats, pillows, a shirt when getting dressed) and then is pulled out of your scalp. Ouch!
After a sleepless painful night I messaged Larry and said enough was enough. The hair had to go. I was no longer sad or afraid of losing my hair. I just wanted to be out of my misery.
And so, Larry came, camera in hand, and captured these awesome pictures of another cancer adventure.
He made me feel beautiful. I cannot tell you what that meant to me.
Later on, my buzzed hair was still causing me pain as I tried to sleep. Despite the late hour, my husband tenderly and lovingly shaved my head as I sat in our tub. It was such a simple act performed with such patience and love. It felt so good and so soothing. I just sat there and let his love heal my heart. It was probably one of the sweetest moments of my life.
Now, bald as a cue ball, I sleep easily. I realized the other day that I haven’t cried much this past month. And then I realized something surprising…it’s because I’m happy. So much love, such a full heart. All good things.
Give em’ hell