i got my hair cut today. the "Cancer 101" manual (not to be confused with the "Chemotherapy and You" textbook) suggested getting "a cute short haircut" before beginning chemo, as a way of "taking charge of your cancer."
oh yeah, i'm in charge now.
my hair hasn't been this short since the tragic pixie-cut incident of 1966.
the woman who cut my hair this time worked hard to do a really nice job. i didn't have the heart to tell her it didn't matter. she told me to come back in six weeks so it would keep its shape. i gave her an extra big tip since i know that won't be happening.