I can't help it. I'm noticing it everywhere! On every head! Every head except mine, that is. I figure it will be about three weeks before any hair returns to the top of my head. That is, unless the hair follicles have been so badly damaged during this second series of chemo (six months!) that hair will never grow again. My mind jumps between the two possibilities. Thick curly hair! Sparse stubbly hair! Which will it be?
So this morning I was reaching to grab a couple donuts for Hubby and self at the local quick shop when I noticed the long hair of the young man standing next to me. It was shiny brown and plaited into a long braid that hung well below his shoulder blades. I caught his eye as he turned and smilingly joked, "I don't suppose you want to give me some of that hair, do you?"
He saw the scarf covering my bare head and laughed a friendly laugh and then responded, "Well, I've already given to Locks of Love once!" I gave him a warm smile for that, for that is surely a kind thing to do...to donate your hair to an organization that provides hairpieces for financially disadvantaged children who have lost their own hair due to some illness. Then we both became engrossed with paying for our items and we were out the door before we could visit further.
I'm thinking he may mull over this brief meeting and perhaps, just perhaps, he'll donate to Locks of Love once again. I think that would be a nice thing for him to do.
Maybe I'll see him again. He and his wife left in a vehicle with a local license plate. If I see him again and his braided hair is clipped to collar-length I think I just might give him a hug.