I am in shock. Just now, at the Mass Pike rest stop on the way home from Western Mass, I looked in the bathroom mirror and realized the hair growing (in random patches- don’t get too excited for me) on my head is BLONDE. My jaw dropped and Tara, a few sinks away, looked at me inquisitively and said, “You look perplexed – what’s up?”
“Is it me or the light in here or is my hair really growing in blonde?” I asked.
“I noticed that yesterday,” she confirmed, “You do have the genes for it.”
“But I don’t think I want to be blonde!” I whined (even though I can’t stand whining.)
“That, my dear, is the beauty of being a woman,” Tara declared. “You can dye it any color you want! Besides, maybe it’s the peach fuzz like when babies are born, and it will change …”
I was born with a full head of dark brown hair. And I love(d) being a brunette. I am hoping I will be again, but if I am not, I will not dye it. Just like when my hair was starting to go grey, I was letting it. So if I end up blonde, I guess I will just channel my inner Marilyn … maybe not all the time, but certainly when I want to have fun! 🙂
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Mine came in a lovely shade of gray. Embrace the blond!
Thank you – I will try – I know I’ll just be happy when I have a full head of hair again! 🙂
I’m trying to remember, I think the first bits of hair that started to come back were a little blond for me. But as it grew it more that a half inch or so it turned back to my brunette color.
My hair also came back with more body and curlier. It was really straight before chemo. Stay strong and as always, I’m here for you my dear! 🙂
And I love your hair, Vicky – so beautiful! We’ll see what happens with mine… and thank you!!! 🙂