"I wouldn't have the guts to get a haircut like yours. I just couldn't chop off all my hair like that. It looks good on you though."
That is what the lady at the optician's office said to me when I picked up my new glasses this week. She kept going on about how she was going for a haircut that night, but that she was sure all her wrinkles would show up more if she had that little hair.
Should I have explained that this was regrowth after chemo and not a haircut at all? Or should I have just thanked her? I didn't know what to do, so I just sat there smiling at her while she adjusted my new frames.
The good news is that I think this means that my hair no longer looks like a Medical Emergency.
I guess now my hair just looks like a Bad Decision or a Serious Fashion Mistake. Or maybe it looks like my hairdresser decided to really give me my money's worth.
I'll ask Lou to take a picture so you can see my hair and my new glasses. Check back tomorrow...