I’ve been meaning to post pics of my hair and just haven’t gotten around to it…as if I’m SO busy! Luckily, I was diligent to take snapshots over the past few months to show progress.
For those that don’t know me, my hair is naturally curly…very curly and I have spent the better part of adulthood trying to change it…rarely will you find a photo of me w/my hair natural. The best way to describe the natural state of my hair is from the original SNL cast Gilda Radner’s “Roseanne Roseannadanna” – as we say in the South, “Bless Her Heart!”
With the help of numerous styling products & tools, I could pretend my hair was straight…pretend…in no way shape or form is my hair remotely straight. But that’s the way it goes, isn’t it? We all seem to want the exact opposite of what we’ve been given – why is that, I wonder???
When I started chemo I thought, “well maybe my hair won’t fall out” – HA!!! I wasn’t two weeks in before the clumps of hair began falling, and quite frankly, it was kinda creepy to me – I was eager to have it cut and promptly ordered a precious Raquel Welch wig from Headcovers.com (they are SO nice and local!) – with all the yuck of chemo going on, I loved my hair! It was straight and spunky and all I had to do was put it on – a huge perk since I didn’t have the strength to fix it anyway:)
My family and friends would joke wondering…will it come back curly? As curly? Not quite as curly? AND the super big question, “what’s my real hair color?” Yes, my hair’s still curly as ever (you’ll just have to take my word for it!) with plenty of gray! As the Texas heat and humidity is upon us, I’ve since set the wig aside and opting to go au natural – funny how God eventually gets us back to basics – even with hair!
Before I worked up the courage to go without the wig, I sort of used it as a crutch and rationalized that wearing the wig gave me the opportunity to witness to others – when women would comment on my cute hair, I’d say, “Thanks! It’s a wig – a huge perk of chemo is that I don’t have to fix my hair!” and then proceed to witness about God’s faithfulness – especially during storms. Well, let me tell ya folks, you don’t need a wig to witness – shocker, I know – funny how I failed to see that without the wig, others could see the real me and see God working through me by my actions and attitude without ever saying a word 🙂
God gives us opportunities to witness regardless of how we look or where we are in our journey of faith – all we have to do is be a willing vessel – with or without hair…