Shaved

Last night after the chemo doctor’s visit with my wife I shaved my head. Why? A few reasons:

One is my wife is almost assuredly going to lose her hair- I told her from the first diagnosis that I would shave my head in solidarity. I also always wondered what it would look like. I am half bald anyway, and the more and more I got tired of looking at the thin strip of hair across the top of my head in mirrors, security cameras at drug stores and banks- I felt it was time. So it is a mixture of vanity and altruism- is that wrong?

Anyway- the reaction from my wife was tears. My face wasn’t “framed” the way it was before and it brought home the reality that she would lose her hair soon as well. She said my eyes looked lower on my face- I am still trying t o figure THAT one out.

My youngest son called me an alien and a very old looking Lex Luthor. I am calling him Clark (as in Clark Kent, we both like the television show Smallville).

My oldest son was like, “Huh. Maybe you should have waited a couple of weeks until Mom started losing her hair.”

I love my older son more than words can tell- Wise and droll.

I think the other reason I am doing it now is just to get it over with. Let the kids get used to one of their parents with a bald head, so the other one isn’t so much of a shock. Let’s get the jokes out there, get it out of their system so that they can recover quicker and get on with life.

I think there is another part of me that just wanted to do something, anything- different. In all of this process, there is a sense of helplessness. Cleaning the house, taking care of the kids and wife when she is down, cooking, trying to keep a handle on the job front is driving me a little crazy. The head shaving thing is a way for me to put the subject out there for everyone to see. Maybe it’s a cry for attention. Who knows? All I know is I am glad and a little scared I did it-

EDIT: As it turned out, it was a very positive thing to do. We went out to dinner last night with friends. We talked about it hair loss, cancer, chemo- my wife was laughing and having a good time (some of it at my expense). We went to a Sangria Festival at a local restaurant afterwards where they had airbrushed tatoo's. After some discussion, I had a sun painted on the back of my head. My wife picked out the spot- Everyone loved it-laughed and had a great time.



The lesson is- Bald is okay, beautiful and fun.