I Pulled a Britney

Well pals, I did it- I woke up this morning and enough hair came out in my hand that I knew it was time. It was just enough hair to  know that it was real and happening but not so much that it freaked me out, so I feel like I took the power away from the chemo by taking control today. I even dressed up like a soldier with army boots (kinda) and a camouflage bandana. It was oddly freeing. I didn't cry and I kiiinda like it. I look a whole lot more like my brother now.
As women, we always complain about how long it takes us to do our hair and how we wish we had different hair. Well, for the next 6 months or so, I won't have to worry about it. I won't have to spend $10000000 on hair products. I won't have to wake up early so I can do my hair and I won't have to spend money on a cut, color or Brazilian Blowout (although I will miss my amazing hairdresser). All I have to do is pop on my wig and let's do this (all you girls are kinda thinking about shaving your head now, aren't you? hahaha). I got some fun scarves, a hat and a second wig to change up my look!
I had a partner in crime with me today... an old friend who, unfortunately, is also going through treatments for breast cancer. She was a brave soldier too and looks amazing with a shaved head. I am grateful to have such a beautiful friend through all of this, I just wish it was for something else, like culinary school or rehab for a gambling addiction.