The rest of the day was a good day. Superman went out and had a "man night": KU basketball followed by poker with the man friends. At Superdaughter's suggestion, I went out and picked up some girlie movies for a night in. So it was the debut of the wig. Not too bad, eh?
Sunday, March 15, 2015
Back in the saddle
I was seriously stuck in a vacuum of sadness over my hair. It was absolutely devastating standing in the shower and it just wouldn't stop coming out in my hands. Balls of brown sadness. I told Superman, I'm not going to be happy again until we shave this all off. So first thing Saturday morning, he went to Walmart and bought a shaver kit thingy and set up a station in the living room. Chair surrounded by a sheet and we just did it. I cried a lot. And I'm still quite weepy over it, but I'm happy again. Back in the saddle. It was seriously hindering my healing and gratitude and acceptance. I had no idea how hard it was going to be. So I'm going to be brave and post a bald selfie in the name of acceptance.