Going Strong ...

Curls, curls and more curls. My curls are going strong. No indication whatsoever of my hair straightening out. I have chemo curl. Along with my battlefield wounds that I ever so proudly wear on my chest, my curls serve as my daily reminder that breast cancer has made a profound impact on my life. Because of cancer, I have learned to appreciate my curls, curls and more curls as if they were made of gold. While not my choice of hairstyle, I have a head FULL of black curls. It is such an interesting conflict. I really do hate my hairstyle and the "in between" stage that I'll be in for the next two years, but I REALLY, REALLY do love my hair. Does that make sense? I love it. I love washing my hair in the morning and the suds from the shampoo. I love that for the last week, I have had to use a towel to pat dry my hair and I just bought a blow dry to zap my hair in the morning. I love that I can run my fingers through my hair and my fingers get stuck making their way through the maze of curls. I hate my hairstyle, but oh, how I love my hair. Yes, I believe hair is overrated, but how I love my hair.