When they said;
"It's truly empowering!"
"I loved being bald".
But guess what folks, it's true, or rather it's true for me. I've learned that everyone battling cancer has to find their own way, their own truth, their own path. That said, I'm loving my bald head. I'm loving the feel of a soft breeze, it's heavenly.
It came down to this... I made the choice, I took back some control from this disease that essentially smacks the control freak right out of you.
Several things happened leading up to the day I decided it was time. I was given a free wig by the gracious support of the Harrington Cancer Center. I tried it on, not once, but 5 times. And with each try I felt less and less like ME. Like an impostor in my own body.
I will definitively say, I will not be wearing a wig. And the hair was literally falling out in handfuls. And as those who know me, I abhor house cleaning, and the thought of sweeping numerous times a day, just to rid the house of my own hair.... NO THANK YOU!
My head is not the cone shaped imaginings of my youth, where I could never balance that damn book on my head while walking across a room!
Now, if only the hair on my legs would cooperate.
p.s. I was blessed to have my family with me on that night when we "freed Parie's hair"! My sister, Crysti had flown in from NYC, my niece and dad, my love Richard and my kiddos Max & Molly, and our new puppy, Yuuki! All there supporting me. My dear friends Jerry & Michele were also there, along with Sam & Mallory. Michele was kind or stupid enough to agree to shave my head after my daughter Molly got to fulfill a lifelong dream of cutting my hair! She definitely had fun with the one sided Mohawk look. And to Mallory, thank you my sweet girl for documenting this day for us! It's the best gift you could have given me. XOXO