I was in the shower this morning and decided (while washing my naked scalp) to write an Ode to Hair Loss...it sort of started off making me a bit sad and then I laughed, because as we all know - without laugher, we would curl up and lay in bed fretting and that won't get us anywhere! Off to oncologist in an hour to find a miracle cure for my aching legs and veins.
I thought I wouldn’t miss it much
I thought I wouldn’t care
I’d always worn it short, you see
‘Til chemo took my hair
I’m trying to accept it
I know it has to be
But the bald woman in the mirror
Just really isn’t me
My hair was cropped before all this
A salt and pepper hue
More boy than girl and that’s a fact
They should have named me ‘Sue’
‘You have the right shaped head’
They said,’ it’ll suit you Han, it will’
I’m sorry but I don’t agree
And the baldness irks me still
I promise when it grows again
Right from the very start
I’ll never cut it – ever!
On that I cross my heart
To all you hairy buggers
With your curls and length and fringes
Be glad you’ve got your mop up there
Bed hair? Just stop those whinges!
Whatever cancer throws your way, we’re right there with you.
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