My head hurt so bad, almost like when your little and someone pulls your hair back into a ponytail too tight. It was so quick, there was almost no warning! I took a shower and it was coming out all over my hands it was unbelievable. We went to Target in an attempt to cheer me up it was the opening day of our Target. My hair was falling out in giant clumps all over Target. My daddy was in town and as we sat at the dinner table it just came out and came out and came out. I was devistated.
My daddy and Patrick convienced me to shave it all off, I agreed....before making a run for it and hiding in my 4 year olds closet. They found me...wasn't too hard you could hear the sobbing.
I am a grown woman why am I hiding in my daughters closet from something I can not control! It is going to fall out! I made a choice to have both breast removed, I cut my hair for locks of love and now I am crying in a 4 year olds closet next to a giant Dora doll.
I sat on the stool in the bathroom sobbing as I heard the razor come on. It was in slow motion. As my hair dropped to the floor so did the tears into my lap.
It wasn't all gone....but it was Army material...it continued to be sore and with everytime I rubbed my head the hair fell out. Before my second chemo my head was bald.
We discovered the fact that insurance pays for wigs and went shopping for one. The woman was amazing, she fitted me and we found one I liked, well as much as I could like. I barely wore any of the wigs, they felt like barbie hair stuck on your neck. I hated them.
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