Locks of Love

In the big picture of life losing my breast was nothing, it was an easy decision.  Now it wasn't my choice it was chemo robbing me of my hair.  I think it was the first time I actually accepted cancer taking something from me. 

I had a love hate relationship with my hair.  It was super long and thick.  I would stand at the mirror and stare wondering what I would look like without my hair.  Patrick was working nights and I would stay up and just google wigs I couldn't stand any of them.  I would twirl my hair and cry! 

I had to take some control of this, or at least that's what I kept hearing so I did....I decided to cut it from what was almost hip length to my shoulders and I donated it to locks of love.  I took my camera with every intent to document this...I had every intent to document my whole wild ride through cancer, that didn't happen.

I have had my hair cut so many times and never thought a thing of it.  This time was different she threw it in a pony tail and with one quick snip it was gone! 13 inches gone.... and to think there is more to leave. 

It was so hard to do but such a great choice.  I can not imagine being a young girl in school without my hair.  I am so glad I did it.



After Locks of Love



Before Locks of Love