So this week, I removed my cancer caps. Yup. Cold turkey. Just took off the caps and here I show what hair has grown so far. Is it curly? Nope. Flat as a pancake and colors are mixed white, grey, a little brown. Will be interesting to see what I look like in November when they tell me I will love my hair.
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So why does one remove their cancer cap? Frankly, I was tired of wearing a hat everyday. In the heat, I was hot and sweaty. And then I wondered if my hairs would grow better if they saw the light of day a little more often. Probably an old wives tale but it made sense to me...like flowers grow better in the sun...and after all, I am once again a budding flower!
What really made me take my cap off my head was listening to my husband in conversation with friends. He said those who survived the concentration camps in Nazi Germany were glad to bare their heads as hair returned because it was symbolic. They were survivors and proud of it, and I should be proud too. Besides, he thinks I am beautiful, and that is enough for me.
To all my cancer friends out there, I will confess that going without my cap makes me feel vulnerable. I am exposed. I am showing you my natural self and my big ears and hoping you don't mind. I also don't want to make you uncomfortable around me. For some reason, I thought the cap would make us all more at ease, but who knows, maybe you seeing naked me is easier, and yes, it's okay to talk about my hair. I welcome it. Want to pet it? Go ahead. It's sooooo soft. Tom pets sit, often in his sleep. LOL
Signing out in good humor, the quilting cancer girl with five days of radiation left!!!
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