The best part of the "no chemo" news?

I could (FINALLY!) cut my hair.



It had been too long for a while, but on the off chance that I'd need it for a wig, I felt the need to keep it long and flowing.

But guess what? No chemo = no need for a wig made of my own hair. Which translates directly into "chop, chop!". Six inches, gone.

I am, once again, overwhelmed at the thickness and curliness of my hair. (It's not like it's thin and wispy when it's long, but when it's short? HOLY MOLY, I have a ton of hair. A ton of unruly hair, to be more precise.) Some day I'll actually curl it, or take a round brush to it and it'll look a little more "done", but for now this'll do.

It's short. I'm happy. The End.