This is the third time I’ve cut my hair to donate. This is a larger cut than I’ve done in the past. My hair is a little below shoulder length now – the shortest it has been in at least two decades. It’s a little shorter than I would like it – I probably shouldn’t have had it cut while it was still wet – but it is what it is. There must be a reason it was meant to be this way.
When I was unsure if I might have to have chemo, the idea of losing my hair preoccupied me. I knew it was a ridiculous thing to be concerned about when I could be facing death, but nonetheless I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I was blessed to have good news, so maybe I’m just feeling especially glad to have hair to spare these days.
I donated in July of 2009 for the second time, after all of that, but I was still feeling “unsure” then. These days I’m confident of good health and that it will be ready to donate again in a year or two.