Wednesday, December 05, 2007
In looking around the net at hair regrowth stories I stumbled across this wonderful image - a collage of hair regrowth after chemo. Taken every week after her treatment for cancer ended, it was created by a photojournalist called Karin Stack.
It shows just how much 'sticky-uppiness' I have to contend with before my hair will eventually be long enough to just lie down and get back to normal.
According to the sequential ordering, and the timing since my hair started growing, I should be looking like the shot five rows down and one in. About 16-17 weeks then.
So do I? Yes, by comparison I'm doing alright. I look like this today...
It's a rubbish photo, taken moments ago under nasty office lights, but it gives you an idea of progress.
And the funny thing is I get compliments all the time. Not simply 'You're looking better' (which I am, though a holiday glow helps somewhat), but also genuine conviction that I should keep my hair this short as it really suits me.
Now, I'm enjoying having hair that finally looks like an intentional haircut, rather than a medical disability, even if it is greyer and mousier than it ever was before. And I love a bit of flattery. Who doesn't? But I can only ever think if of this style as transient. It makes me feel normal again, but it doesn't make me feel like me yet.
Plus, whenever anyone suggests it looks much better this short when R is around, I feel him tensing up beside me. He's probably terrified I'll be swung by all this flattery and stay boyishly cropped forever.
He needn't fear. It may take a while but I want my mane back just as much as he does.
at 4:49 pm