I did it! After months of hesitation, I finally walked in a salon, sat on the chair and got my first trim since Chemotherapy. Prior to losing my hair, my last cut was at City of Hope. My hair started to fall out the day after I received my last round of chemo, so I called the hairdresser to my room and she chopped my hair off. I had a boy cut. Haha! I still remember that day like it was yesterday. I was crying so hard. I didn't want to cry. I wanted the lady to leave my room before I could start crying, but I couldn't hold my tears back. They just started rolling down my cheeks. She said I still look beautiful, of course, that was a lie. She gave me a mirror and I cried even more when I saw myself. I'm sure you all are tired of me talking about my hair... blah...blah...blah. I went from having long hair to having none! So it is a big deal to me. But what is more important is that I am alive. God has given me a chance to become a better person. I'm grateful for everything He has done for me, for changing my heart and my priorities in life. He has given me more time. More time to be with my loving husband and my sweet daughter. I love them so much.
The LORD is my strength and my song, and he has become my salvation; this is my God, and I will praise him, my father’s God, and I will exalt him. Exodus 15:2
8 months post chemo:
1 year, 3 months post chemo (got my hair trimmed today):