This is the "chemo haircut".
This is what's left after
the first cycle. I could still go out without a hat.
This is what's left after
the second chemo cycle--with a little help from Kevin's razor. I
had what I call "monkey head", which was sparse 2 inch hairs sticking out
all over. We left some bangs in the front, so I'm not totally bald.
This is how I look in public--my
favorite "daytime" hat. (Thanks Cindy!)
And here's my favorite nighttime
hat.
I'm not very good with scarves--I
think I end up looking like a pirate. (The hoop earrings don't help.)
I actually got whistled at while wearing this by a man who didn't appear
to be blind or mentally unstable. Maybe he was wondering where my
parrot was.
And this, of course, is a
chicken hat. Perfect for any occasion.
This is after chemo, during that uncomforable
growth stage. The hair is too short (and spindly) to look like I
meant to look like this, but too long to comfortably wear a hat.
This is a bit later, when
it was long enough to appear that I intended to have a 'hairdo'.
This was during a trip to Texas for a wedding (yes, I have professional
photos documenting this stage of hair growth).
And here I am after discovering that styling products and glasses enhanced
the intentional look and made it easier to go to work.