Ok hair. It's a dead thing on our heads. We spend lots of time and money on this. Oh boy isn't that the truth.
In 2008 I started my Chemotherapy and that thing called hair which I love. Went dry and started falling out. Yep you got it as my Chemotherapy progressed to time 2. In the middle of the night it stuck together like someone has glued my hair with super glue. Oh boy what a dam mess.
In a horrible shock last year when I moved house. The vanity in the bathroom had a beautiful Estée Lauder make up bag at the back, I pulled it out overjoyed to think what a beautiful bag.
Then I pulled it out and could see my old hair. Why did I do that store it in a bag. I was upset about loosing my hair. What was I thinking omg 😲
Ok so a little shook up. I am then like wow my oh my look how far I have come, that's amazing. Still can't remember how or why I saved it. But I guess I coped really well when it reminded me of a battle That's finished.
I then remembered this. Waking with my friend Harold through a field in Canberra. My wig was annoying me. Oh what's new it always annoyed me.
So I took it off. On that day my hair maybe was about 1 cm long. I stood there while the wind was blowing through my little hair. I stayed there lapping it up. Then Harold realising I am not behind him. What are you doing??! I said feeling the wind in my hair.
I think he thought I was loosing the plot! Hey maybe I was. That's life.
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