Hair - it's hairy.

Most of us don't think about it too much, except to wash it in the shower and do something with it in the morning. We don't think about what it would be like to experience life without it, and how that would change our perception of ourselves and others' perceptions of us. 

My mom's first chemo was 2.5 weeks ago and her hair has been coming out for the past few days. This morning, she bravely let me shave her hair off and now she is going beautifully bald (wig included). For many people, losing hair is the hardest part of chemo, and I have learned a lot from how my mom is handling this. In a word, bravely. In another word, faithfully. Hair grows back, just like the sun rises every morning. We just have to wait patiently, learn from the "educational experiences" (my mom likes this phrase better than "trials") we have been blessed with in the meantime, and have faith.

Here's to a beautiful mane of hair in the future and not missing it too much in the meantime! (Or even coming to love not having to deal with it!)