Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow

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I won't lie, I've been called vain once or twice in my life time. To defend myself I like to think I'm just infatuated with a beautiful presentation. Not to say I'm beautiful, I never deny that I am quite the "before and after". From a young age it's always been about hair. Oh my hair' it has been through the ringer, some tragedies, some triumphs. Hair school alone would have broke the spirit (and cuticle) of most people's hair, but not mine. Receiving that diploma was an accomplishment for not only me, but my mane as well! It was a rough ride but we had made it! Throughout all my recent events involved with finding out I have Cancer I knew it would all come down to this. It's what I've referred to as the "hair breakdown". Some ask," Aren't you worried about the radiation?", or "Does getting chemo scare you?", or "Do all those medications make you nervous?". I simply answer," Do you realize my hair will fall out?". There I am in the hospital after 24 hours of being told I have Cancer, my room crowded with doctors telling me detail for detail about the risks and tolls my organs and body will be taking from the treatments and in this whirlwind of information all I could say was," My HAIR! What are we talking here, all of it? some of it?". Vain yes, but as a women isn't there something sensual about your hair? I mean long or short, in some ways doesn't it represent your femininity? Two days ago a third of my hair came out in one sitting. Devastated, I quickly went to my dearest professional friends who had prepared the most beautiful wig. After being there for over an hour I could feel the breakdown coming hard. Fighting back tears, because I mean really who wants to lose it in a public place such as a salon, I went out back for some air. I lost it a little, mostly because I was surrounded by friends I felt most comfortable with, my hair soul mates. I say through the tears...."It's just....my Hair you know?" And almost in unison they replied YES...We DO! Which honestly made me want to cry worse because who couldn't relate more than Hairdressers? It was both comforting and sad, because I know a little piece of each of their hearts broke for me. Moving on before I get upset all over again...... I have  talked about the hair on my head falling out, but did I mention the new growth of hair on my face? Oh yes, it is so pretty! For the first time in my life I have side burns and the mustache of a fifteen year old boy. Sweet look. I work in the beauty business, I'm not downing the mustache, it's just something I've never had to deal with in my life. Sometimes when the wind blows I think what is that whistling on my lip? Oh its just my mustache. I mean why even waste the makeup when I'd just be painting concealer over my "A.J. from Backstreet Boys" facial hair. So as I grow bald on top, and flourish with facial hair I am simply at a loss for the rhyme and reason of the order in which I lose my hair, or gain it for that matter. For this moment I will say," Yes I am Vain, and this song is about my Hair!"