Shaving off the sick...

Sitting on her kitchen chair in her bathroom I watched in the mirror as my dearest friend's hands, chunk by chunk, cut away the dry, the thinned, the foreign, and the sick from my head. As I stared into the mirror and watched the hair fall what I felt surprised me. Calm, I was letting Kirst shave away all of my hair and I was at peace. There was one brief and fleeting moment where I almost teared up when it was all done ... but the overriding feeling was one of release.
I know that it did not look that bad to most of you. I know that a lot of people would rather hold onto whatever hair they were left with. I understand all of what you said. But I did not feel pretty. I did not feel like myself. I did not look like myself. When I looked in the mirror I saw sickness. It was time to shave that reminder away. Maybe in shaving it away from my head ... I have taken another step towards health in my heart and soul.
A fresh start.
New growth.
Kirst says I look strong. I feel strong ... the thing I longed for most during the months of weakness. Stronger, healthier, a little naked, and cold ; )
Thank you for shaving off my sick Kirst ... you continue to be such a huge part of my healing, my health, and my happiness.
Oh yeah, it was so sweet. After it was all done Tayah was sitting with me in the living room pretending to shave my wig with her plastic pliers. It is funny to me that she did not seem to care if I had short sick hair, long fake hair, or no hair at all. I am just her Auntie Heather regardless of what is on my head.

Melissa, Kirst and I before the Dixie Chicks (The fun wig)