Wednesday, 05 September 2012
By Joanne Zimmermann
A few hairs fell on my vanity, then some more. It must be seasonal, I reasoned. Of course more grey and white poked through and the texture seemed coarser.
My hair has always been naturally curly but as it thinned, there did not seem to be enough to bounce anymore. Some hairs seemed wiry, sticking out at odd angles.
It could be my thyroid, I thought. Off to the blood lab but thyroid was fine. As my face wrinkled and sagged, I still had my youthful hair to hide under. Almost no one guessed my age.
I should be happy my hair’s age matches the rest of me, I suppose. Every morning I have a bed head - you know, kind of a bare spot poking through. Now I have several. I try to fluff and mousse and turn my head upside down just to cover those spots.
I trimmed more off, reasoning that if it was shorter I had less to cause trouble. Wrong, I just had less and looked worse if that was possible.
Some ladies I knew seemed to magically cross from that stage to pure white, and without processing, their hair seemed to recover. I tried not coloring, just conditioning. More fell out.
Sometimes I would just say, well who cares?
Now we know that is a lie; everyone seems to notice. My partner is bald – well, almost. He maintains a white fringe and neat moustache and beard. He looked that way when I met him and now I think he just looks handsome.
I envision myself that way, hairs appearing more on chin, upper lip and less on top. No, no, no!!! I awoke from the nightmare.
Wigs, hairpieces, extensions are offered in a thousand colors and styles. But he is encouraging; saying just let it go natural.
Somewhere I read about a lady who had three hairs left, so she braided it. One morning there were two so she parted it. When there was only one, she let it hang in a ponytail. How brave and realistic.
Is there life without hair care? I should really feel on the brink of complete freedom. It will be cheaper, simpler and I, self-assured, will proudly step forth with my chin up and a smile on my face.
And to those of you who have lost your hair through chemotherapy, my hat is off to you and a 21-hair salute!! You are the real heroines and heroes of the world. As Johna has taught us, less is more (words, not hair).
Hair is history
Partner loves ME
That is the mystery
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