What the heck? You would think that's what I meant, right? Nah, for me it means, WHERE'S THE HAIR?!?!?!?!?!
No offense to those who took the pictures. Snapshots of my thinning hairline makes me go bonkers and brings me back to the dark times of my life when I had breast cancer.
It never fails, just when I feel very normal again, I'd see pictures or be reminded of my thinning hair. Then bam! it sucks the positivity out of me and wham! reminds me of the past. :(
This week a co-worker asked, and I know she meant well, why don't I buy a wig or hair extensions to cover it. My reason was because when I wear one (or a head cover) our kids get nervous that I'm sick again. To them, it triggers fear and uncertainty. Our youngest son begged me to not wear them ever again. That's the truth. Since then I've decided to be brave and stomach all the stares/humiliation of having thin hair. Anything that would bring normalcy to our kids.
Of course, I'd get over it and forget it, but tsk, tsk, it happens every now and then that I get reminded of it. Such is life.
In spite of this occasional depression, I've been blessed to have a second chance in life. Life is good and I can't complain.
