I honestly think that people possibly take hair for granted. I say that as I sit here with a purple bandana wrapped around my head because it's cold. It's cold because there is no hair to insulate my head! This is the third time that my brain tumor has caused such complications. My hair had actually gotten long enough that I had scheduled a haircut for next week...my first in over a year! I was so excited!
My excitement was shortlived as it started coming out in handfuls in the shower yesterday afternoon. So...instead of walking around with softball size bald spots here there and everywhere, I shaved it.
I'm not a vain person, don't misunderstand. I really don't care about the hair itself. It's more about the way people tend to look at me. About 50% of the looks are as if I am a freak...and then there's the 25% who think I'm a guy...then there's that last 25% who look at me as if I may die right where I stand and they feel SOOOO sorry for me.
I'm not sure which I hate more....
