Nov. 17.

A Bit of the Hair …

My Status: Feeling Good
Mood: Feeling accomplished – laundry done, beds made—who could ask for more?

For those of you coming along with me on this journey who do not have an understanding of how weird and twisted a writer’s brain can be, this post may sound weird and twisted. I will preface it by stating that for me as a writer, my characters have to live in my head in order to come out on the page as full-fledged people, so my characters talk to me, we have conversations, we argue, and I have, at times, received the full-on silent treatment. What affects me affects my characters, and what affects them affects me.

I haven’t written a lot since finding out I had to have chemo. First because I had to get things taken care of in a short time frame, and second because I’m not getting a lot of cooperation from my gang. I am currently in the process of trying to finish up the 4th book in the Misfit McCabe series, One Way Ticket Home, so I can move on to my next project. This particular book has taken some unexpected twists and turns and I have to tell you, I love what has happened with it. I can’t wait to give everyone a chance to experience it. I knew the girls were all being a bit stand-offish, and we hadn’t had a chance to fully discuss what would be happening with me and what we could all expect—it’s kind of hard to have that conversation when you really don’t know yourself.

I thought maybe working through a scene with the boys was the way to ease into it, but I needed them to fight … and they wouldn’t. They didn’t want to “gross me out” while I was connected to the tubes. Ultimately, I think I will be able to write during the six hour day, if for no other reason than to escape the fact that I am connected to a drip for six hours. But this round it was not to be so.

The boys at least showed up. The girls refused to even come talk to me until after my first treatment. Then Janie came through. Janie is a character from One Way Ticket Home, and I love this character so much, I can’t wait for you to meet her. Here’s how the conversation went.

Me: Hey, Janie.
Janie: *stops dead, eyes widen, hands cover mouth*
Me: What’s wrong?
Janie: You still have hair!

And that’s how I found out Katie had told all the girls I was going to lose my hair. And they were all weirded out by it. I had to tell each one of them that with my particular treatment, hair loss is not common, so it is unlikely that I will lose my hair, but even if I did, it wouldn’t be a big deal for me. I know that hair loss is a big deal for some people (men and women) during the chemotherapy process, and whatever is a big issue for you, is a big issue. I’m the first to say so. I don’t think being upset by hair loss means you’re vain. It is the mourning of loss and the process you have to go through in search of health. Hair loss for me, simply isn’t one of my issues. If it starts coming out, I’ll shave my head, just to be done with it. And then I’m going to have a blast shopping for some outrageous wigs (and if I can swing it, matching eyebrows), and some killer scarves.

KewpieWildIn fact, one of the questions I started debating in the middle of the night (Denny had to start work at 0300, so we had some awake time during the wee hours) was whether I should get my hair trimmed, or cut short. It needs to be cut or I’ll soon be the wild-haired kewpie doll visiting all your nightmares. The hair has reached the bushy, totally out of control stage and has been there for a few weeks driving me crazy. But I didn’t want to have it done until I knew whether I was getting a cut or a cut and having a bit of color put back in. The color will have to wait, so now the big question is trimmed to the shoulders or a really short style. Warning: If you choose really short, you may have to listen to me whine during the growing back out stage.

I understand why the girls were upset by thinking I would lose my hair—for teenage girls (or near teen as in the case of Angela) and in fact, for most people, hair makes a statement about you as a person. They fear being targeted as different outside of their control. I like my hair, I always have, but maybe I feel a bit differently about it because people have wanted to touch it and play with it my entire life. And it annoys me when it gets in my way, so when working I usually have it up and out of the way. I once cut it all off because I realized it was taking me over half an hour on a daily basis just to tame it.

Or maybe hair loss as something not so big sunk in when I took a modeling course at the age of thirteen, and my instructor had recently grown back her hair, and freely discussed not letting the loss of a few strands of hair slow her down. She was gorgeous, and if she wasn’t bothered by it, then why should I worry? And I really do plan to buy wigs, should I lose my hair—hot pink, bright purple, and rainbow … because I can. Because it will be fun. Because it will give me a chance to talk about it. And because if I do lose the hair, it will grow back … and if it doesn’t? *shrugs* I still say not a big deal. I can live a long time without hair.

So the girls are doing a bit better knowing the hair loss thing is not likely, and even though they are not as comfortable with it as I am, they will be okay if it does happen. But they still haven’t been quite ready to work. No one seems to want to upset me at the moment. *rolls eyes* I’m trying to get across to them, life doesn’t stop for this. Life continues on.

My social media circles are a testament to the circle of life. Right now in my stream I have a grandmother happily posting pictures of her brand-new grand-baby, a friend is preparing for youngest son’s wedding in 5 days, another friend is on her way home because her mother passed away this morning. My stream shares triumphs and despair, sickness and health. This cancer thing is only a part of my life, it is not going to be allowed to consume my life until we get rid of it. There is too much life going on, and if I stopped everything, I’d miss it.

Now all I have to do is convince my characters.

The picture at the top of the post is perfect for talking about my characters—a castle growing out of a cliff and reaching toward the clouds. So very much a part of being a writer. And all this discussion of hair makes me think Hair, so have posted the song below:

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  • For so many years I had VERY long hair. When I was a wee Rhonda I looked like Cousin It from the Addams Family from behind because my hair was nearly to my ankles. I remember the first time my mother took me to get it cut into the cute and very popular “Dorothy Hamill”. It was so short that I was sure I looked like a boy.

    Over the years my hair has been long, short, permed (BAD choice), fried, frizzed and everything in between. The one thing I learned through it all is that hair almost always grows back. Which is a good thing because, as the girls will discover, they have a lifetime of bad hair decisions ahead of them. ๐Ÿ˜‰

    Besides, if you lose your hair from the chemo I’ve been told that sometimes when it grows back it’s completely different. Brunettes have become blondes, stick straight hair has grown back curly and people who could never tame their curls might suddenly have a head of perfectly straight and shiny hair – no flat iron required.

    • I would love <3 to see pictures of wee Rhonda/Cousin It. ๐Ÿ™‚ I also had a โ€œDorothy Hamillโ€ - it was very, very popular. Of course, I wanted my wedge done a little differently, but I knew my hair would never stand for the straight wedge cut without staging a rebellion. And yes, I have tried permed (very bad choice) which resulted in some strange flat parts to my hair as the natural curl warred with the chem-curl and wound up straightening the section instead of giving it the corkscrew curls I lusted after.

      I have a feeling if I do lose my hair, however unlikely, mine would grow back half & half just to be perverse. ๐Ÿ˜›

  • You’re right… you won’t lose your hair with this treatment. Best tell the girls to worry about Mani/Pedi’s… Good use of time during chemo! ๐Ÿ™‚

    • That would be awesome to be able to get a mani/pedi during chemo. Hmmmm, I may have to suggest that. Of course, the doc’s eyes may bug out. ๐Ÿ˜€

      It was just such a funny thing to me that the girls got stuck on something that doesn’t matter to me at all.

  • Unruly characters, eh? Mine have FINALLY told me that they want to write letters to each other. Woohoo. But it’s something. ๐Ÿ˜€

  • We already discussed the hot pink wigs as an option, so today I was even looking at “falls” – they come down from a head band or under a hat- and trying to figure out how to do a hot pink fall for you with a tiarra on top ๐Ÿ˜‰ Sending love always!

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