|Hair, late October, 2014|
|French braid attempted selfie.|
You may know how much long hair has been important to me through the years, first as a symbol of defiance against more than two decades of chronic illness, and now a visible measure of my own stroke recovery. My lengths were sacrificed in the hospital, thus the new growth treasured and very sentimental. But between the chemical damage of nearly 2 1/2 years of regular water therapy and, I would think, residual damage of all those strong medications I was on clear back in the hospital and the daily regiment that, while dwindling, remains to this day, I finally had to come to the realization that some length had to go if I were ever to regain my independence in basic hair care again.
Fast forward to today and I must tell you, the last two showers I have taken, I actually didn't dread the process! In fact, on Thursday, my husband asked me if I "enjoyed" my first shower after a hair cut and, after a moment's hesitation, I nodded my head and realized it had actually been pretty good. Great way to start a fresh year!
The difference? I had 4 (sides) to 6 (back) inches of length cut off this week! It still come to my shoulders, but I found it SO much easier to manage myself. Still not "easy" but actually something I could actually accomplish! And my hair feels so much softer and less tangley too! Praise the Lord!
For those who have asked, I still don't have my cell phone correctly talking to my lap top, so couldn't retrieve pictures off my cell phone until my sweet 11-year-old saved the day by downloading them (in some cases actually taking pictures on her cell phone of the pictures on my cell phone) onto a flash drive from her computer and transferring them over here for me. So, scattered throughout this post, you will find selfies of my french braiding (taken not quite a month ago, when my hair was longer - still need to get a picture of shorter hair in a french braid - something I found much easier to accomplish now that the length is more manageable, but still only if I am in a dark, quiet room with no other mental distractions), then at Wednesday's hair cut and today after I curled it (all my myself)!
|It takes a while, but I can now manage steam rollers all by myself, mostly one-handed!|
|New hair cut.|
|December, 2011. Where I started from in regrowing.|
O my soul, come, praise the Eternal with all that is in me—body, emotions,mind, and will—every part of who I am— praise His holy name.O my soul, come, praise the Eternal;sing a song from a grateful heart;sing and never forget all the good He has done.’Psalm 103:1-2 VOICE