On March 08, 2013... my hair was damaged by a bad perm... I had finally gotten it long enough to reach the scar from my first surgery... on my back, where I had surgery on my lung. In the past, I had been diagnosed with cancer... my hair was long, curly... I lost it all from the medicines in my chemotherapy regimen. The following year, the same thing happened again... I wasn't in remission long, had another surgery on my other lung, lost my hair once more. My goal was to grow my hair back to the long length it was when I got the first surgery... now, this happened.
I Have No Doubt This Time...
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
Easter is this weekend... this Sunday. I can't believe it's already here. I'm not prepared for it... I wonder if I will just ignore it being Easter this weekend?
I do think like this since Tommy died. Skip usually decides what to do special when the holidays come now. I don't let myself think about them... unless I see that Skip wants them to be special. Only then... will I allow myself to be happy, excited...
Skip mentioned Easter today, he wants us to bake a big roast this weekend. That's probably what we will do. I will think of special things to make it a nice meal.
We have our Pups to share Easter with. They love to taste good foods just like we do. :)))
I was thinking about my hair... on the 8th of this month, I let a woman put a perm in it... it damaged my hair. She sprayed it several times with a perm solution... each time made me sit under the dryer for 25 minutes each time.
She told me she was going to give me a beautiful perm. It didn't happen. Now, I'm left with damaged hair that I'm conditioning, and caring for.
What's sad is that these past years I've been trying to grow it to reach the scar on my back... where I had my first surgery on my lung. Finally... my hair touches it... I was so happy.
I lost all my hair because of medicines in my chemotherapy treatments... not once, but... in two years' time... I lost it twice. I went through surgeries, and then ...chemotherapy each time.
My hair was long when it first happened. I wanted my hair to reach that length again... it has. Now... it's been damaged... and I'm left trying to figure out what to do to it.
These are two things that have been on my mind today... Easter, and my damaged hair.... and the words I keep hearing in my mind... "I'm going to make your hair beautiful." It didn't happen...
The good thing is that no matter what... everything is going to be alright. I always seem to find a way to get past something... and all is better than I could have predicted. I have no doubt this time...