Hair Loss

My hair started falling out a week after my first chemo. The hair in front of my ears was turning grey and wiry. I would go to work and tell my coworkers “I hate my grey hairs” and pull out a clump. They found that unnerving. I thought it was hilarious.

The day before Christmas it really started to come out. The gap where I parted my hair was growing larger. On Christmas morning I shampooed my hair one last time and it came out like crazy. I was panicking. I tried to condition what was left and it was getting matted. I had two Princess Leah clumps on each side of my head & didn’t know what to do. I was trying to get the nerve to finger comb out what was left. At that point I realized the pubes must come out too. I was salsa dancing as was plucking those suckers out and sang joyously “free Brazilian bikini wax & it doesn’t even hurt!” Cosmetic chemo anybody?

I had an appointment to get my head shaved the next day. My oncologist was right on the money when he said when it would fall out. I had to wear a hat to work because I looked ridiculous. I had a big bald spot on top & chunk missing on the right side of my hair. I wanted to stand in front of a crappy salon, take my hat off & yell “don’t go here! This place sucks.”

I went to the fabulous Gary Manuel salon for my free head shave. They will also do a free cut for cancer patients when the hair grows back. I haven’t gone yet since I don’t have enough for them to work with.

I brought my friend and sister to take pics of the process & share the fun. I highly recommend making it a party environment otherwise it’s downright depressing.

I told the stylist I wanting something presidential like a combover that flies freely while hopping on Airforce One with toilet paper stuck to my shoe. We decided to go punk rock at first, then Hare Krishna, then end with just Betty Page bangs. It was an epic day at the salon. We had our own section away from people so we wouldn’t annoy them. She received a really nice tip.

Swedish hospital on First Hill in Seattle has a wig bank where a chemo patient can get a free wig each calendar year. I brought my sister & friend Cathy with me to try on wigs. They were waiting for a new shipment to come in so there weren’t a lot of options. I went for a trendy grandma chic grey because I loved the style. I wish we had a pic of the blonde pixie cut wig. I looked like I could play Peter Pan.

Author: DeeDee McCarty

Former comedian, runner, & Zumba addict gets tired of bleeding out on office furniture & cute undies and finally after 5 years gets diagnosed with stage 4 endomedrial cancer. This is my story. After learning how to see the humor in everything I figure that a blog is the best way to educate, inform, and make people snort milk out of their nose.

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