[Note to Anonymous Commenter: This is again a posting that involves hair and what someone looks like. Since you seem completely oblivious to the fact that this is a blog about going through breast cancer and that includes the effects of chemo, which are **news flash** physical, I thought I should warn you so that you don't have to bother your obviously far superior self with such droll ramblings. Here's an idea: stop reading the blog. After all, you are so above "appearances" you've chosen to post anonymously. I love that. But surely you have better things to do.]
Now, for those of you who actually get the blog:
CHRIS CUT HIS HAIR TODAY!!!
Here is the final "Chris's hair Post." This morning, he woke up looking like this:
And so for posterity's sake we measured the Wi-fro:
That may be a little hard to see, and even harder to believe, but that's 4 1/2" of hair at the top of his head. Impressive. But not as impressive as this:That's not a collection of toupees, that's not a cocker spaniel, and it's not a large throw rug. It's what happened as a result of this:
That's Chris with Kelly, my longtime hairstylist and the one who shaved my head, styled my wigs and now has hacked her way through Chris's phenom of hair. Hair tsunamis no more. She even trimmed my hair (and we mean literally--one crazy little hair that had to go). So here's my "new" look:
And the end result today was much happiness for everyone concerned:
For the record, Chris and I both went from February 7th to August 21st without a haircut. He just needed a lot more hair product than I did. But that's love people. That's love.