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Day 14: Bye Bye Hair


 Okay, the hair releasing didn’t last long. I couldn’t take it. I was sitting at work, went for a head scratch, and came away with fist full of hair. Nope. We’re done here. It wasn’t something I wanted to experience any longer than necessary. 

The salon I ordered my wig from wasn’t open, so I was left hunting around town for some kind soul to shave my head. Enter Tammy. She cuts Clark’s hair, and she answered my desperate text for help. 

My sister, Stacey, bravely volunteered to go with me. Clark took a pass, and I’m so glad he did. It wasn’t something I really wanted him to experience. Not that he couldn’t have handled it. He can handle anything. But it just wasn’t something I “needed” him there for. 

On the way to salon, Stacey pondered, “I hope we are in a sort of private area. Like, not out in the open where everyone can see your business.” My response, “Good thought. I hope so.” 

We park, walk in, greet Tammy, and walk the short two steps to chair number 1. Yep. Chair number 1. The one right beside the welcome desk. So glad we got that privacy we were hoping for. I clearly remember thinking, “Well, sure. Let’s just do this then.” And sat down. 

Friend, Tammy was THE lady for the job. I don’t think I was in the chair for 1 minute before she had those clippers plugged in and ready to go. I didn’t know her at all, but I immediately knew she was kind, and that she new this was hard. There was no point in dawdling or dragging it out. The woman got to it like a pro. 

I kept my eyes closed most of the time. I could hear Stacey trying to burst into laughter through her mask as we nervously talked and giggled about the progress. If you think about it, it’s not like she can get it all in one swoop. It takes time, and there were a few moments that had to look absolutely horrific. I’m laughing just thinking about it. 

Tammy finished up, put my halo and hat on, and we were done. In case you’re wondering, a halo on a bald person looks like a criminal Ronal McDonald. In my personal opinion, the halo and hat should always be applied at the same time. I’m sure you can imagine why. 

Stacey and I laughed all the way to car. Between chair #1, the mid shave horrors, and the bare halo exposure, we had enough material to keep us laughing for days. 

Big emotional hurdle, accomplished. On to the next.

-Abby


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