A Spork in the Road

My hair didn’t make it to the end of the play. It was just falling out today, getting carried away on gentle gusts of wind, coming out in shanks when I tried to gently wash it this morning.

So the ever kind and stylish Alicyn cut my hair down to a couple inches, and then James brought over his shears, and Lil cut it down to refugee length. I’m now a happy fuzzhead with a wig and scarf for the weekend show and lots of headgear possibilities.

I’m incredibly thankful that this particular part of the experience is something that doesn’t bother me. I think it helps to be young — it somehow looks and feels more like a choice, I suspect, than it would if I were in my 60’s or 70’s. It also helps that I’ve always been a little off the beam, and shaving my head is something I’ve wanted to try since my teens. It also helps that lots of stylin’ cancer chicks (such as many of those at PlanetCancer.org) have paved the way. Props to the luminous Sharon Blynn, who runs BaldIsBeautiful.org and to Kris Carr for her Crazy Sexy Cancer Tips book, which is connecting me with all kinds of great resources for young ‘uns with cancer. (Those of us cancer folks who fall between the pediatric and geriatric categories can get overlooked. Although REALLY, there are just too many of us as it is.)

A big shout-out to Tom for the Crazy Sexy Cancer Tips book — cancer swag from Virginia! w00t! (Or is it from Antarctica? I may have the most expansive cancer swag map ever!)

Anywhoo, I’ve got before/during/after photos to post sometime, but my workday has already been sucked up by shopping for vegetarian food and progressing from hair-falling-out to hair-gone, so that’s all from Cancer Land for today.