Mass Exodus

OK, most of you know that my summer “vacation” consisted of a breast cancer diagnosis (May), lumpectomy (June), double mastectomy and reconstruction (July), and now finishing the hot days of August with chemo. So what did you do on your summer vacation (as if your summer in the mountains could possibly top my summer adventure)? And now, today… August 25th… the day of my eighth wedding anniversary, just as my doctor predicted, my hair is, indeed, falling out – and that’s an understatement. Let me tell you that the MASS EXODUS began bright and early this morning as I yawned, stretched, praised the Lord for a new day… with less hair.

Seriously- the doctor was spot on with the date. But I’ve got a ton of hair and this could take days to complete! Which reminds me that every single one of my hairs laying on the bathroom floor was pre-numbered by the God of the Universe (Luke 12:7)! THAT was a lot of work on His part, but more importantly it lets me know what great care He took in the details of creating you and me! Praise Him!

Unfortunately the very expensive hairs (the ones I pay to have brought back to the hair color of my childhood) that decided to pack up and leave first, exposing the real me beneath. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen the real me! Happy anniversary, John; you married a brunette (as if)!

So what’s a girl to do when her hair if faaaaalllling out all day long and she wants to celebrate her wedding anniversary looking somewhat cute? Well, there’s always the wig, but it’s not time for them yet. So – off to the hair salon to get something done about the dearly departing hairs. My dear stylist, Sebastien, had encouraged me to call him when the time was right and he would cut my hair appropriately. What a dear man! Off I went, by myself, to remedy the situation. Here’s how it went…

Sebastien (as he combed my wet hair): How short do you want it?

Me (tearfully watching my hair literally being combed out of my head): Well, it’s going to all fall out eventually, so have at it?

Sebastien: OK then! (in his wonderfully upbeat French accent).

Only a French man can make a going-bald-chemo-gal look and feel like she is the most beautiful woman on the planet! Sebastien raved over my new, very short do, and assured me that while it was very short, was every bit feminine and pretty! And I believed him. God bless Sebastien!

So, now it’s darker and seriously short. Think Audrey Hepburn-ish or Julie Andrews in The Sound of Music… Mary Martin/Peter Pan. That short. By the end of the week I should look like Demi Moore in GI Jane or Yul Brenner in The King and I. Please laugh with me here!

On a positive note – this ended up being a wonderful anniversary gift to my man! He absolutely loves my shorter hair (of which he will get to enjoy for about another 72 hours)! AND… think of all the money I’ll be saving him now that I won’t be getting those oh-so-necessary blonde highlights that I pay way too much money for! See? This did have a happy ending after all!! Glory to God!

All that to say, “The LORD gave, and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the LORD.” Job 1:21

Life’s too short not to laugh… and praise God!


John and the brunette celebrate 8 years of wedded bliss!

John and the brunette celebrate 8 years of wedded bliss!