I’ve been contemplating when to shave my head for a while now. The doctor told me at 2 weeks, my hair would begin to come out so it was only a matter of time. This week when I was working, I could feel the hairs fall individually and land on my shoulders. I began to see them land on my desk and my keyboard. The shower proved challenging because my hair was thinning in my hands as I lathered it and combing it seemed to be a game of how many hairs I could gather at a time. It isn’t coming out in the patches or chunks that were described to me but that is only a matter of time.
I didn’t realize how anxious this would make me. I knew it was coming, I have prepared myself with hats and scarves but seeing the hair fall so easily makes me anxious for the moment it comes out in bunches. So, it’s time.
I wore a scarf on my head today. This was partially because of the fear that it would fall out in a large amount and partially to keep the single hairs rounded up in side of it, rather than scattering them everywhere I went. I also wanted little man to see me with the scarf today so it doesn’t frighten him when my hair is gone.
At first, I planned to go to a barber, have it shaved and move on. When I shared with a few people that I was planning to shave it this weekend, I was asked if my husband would do it. My initial thought was no. He had offered to shave it but I thought it might be harder to have him do it than to go somewhere with people that I don’t know. The more I thought about it, I realized that I do want my husband to shave it. I want that for a few reasons. First, because he loves me and will take care in doing it. Second, we can do it in our home and at our own pace. We should have some fun with it, right? Lastly, but certainly not least, I think it might help him too.
So, tonight is the night. I’m off to have a glass of wine in preparation. Pictures to follow tomorrow!