Haircut

What's the big deal about a haircut?
The apartment I'm living in now was where I spent my childhood since 2 years-old till I married and moved. There had been many occasions when I had my haircut in the backyard by my dear Mother. I remember the tantrum I would throw with each episode. Mom's poor eye-sight coupled with my jitteriness often resulted in a snip on my ear by the scissors. If I had a choice, I wanted to go to the hairdresser, but I hadn't. It was a vicious cycle--the more I struggled, the more the accident occurred and the more anxious I get at the next haircut! Not to mention with time passing, Mom's eyesight also got worse each time!
Haircut was a drama then.
Now I was about to have another haircut in my childhood home.
This one was slightly different. I called it the "pre-chemo-hair-loss-cut".
After my first chemo, depression set in. The nausea was mild compared to what I hear others get. But nobody mentioned headached and depression, which were the things that bothered me. The depression was sporadic, thank goodness. When it hit, I just went into the room and cried over some spilled-milk issues of the past and the feeling of doom would leave soon after. Thank goodness again, for tears that could wash sorrow away.
Under such circumstance, the prospect of losing my lovely long hair to chemo side-effects became clouded with gloom. I was told to cut my hair short so that when the hair starts dropping, it would be more manageable. Contrary to my childhood experience, going to the hairdresser didn't sound appealing to me. Being the Drama Queen that I am, I found a way around it to make it less painful. I asked my best friend, Michelle to do the "honour". She was reluctant at first claiming that she had no formal training except plenty of practice on her husband and 5 children. I convinced her that it was not about making me look good, but feel good because she would be walking down a stretch of bumpy road with me. I knew she couldn't refuse.
Co-incidentally, another best friend, Joice from KL came to visit on the same day. The whole thing turned out to be a perfect setting for me—to have two best friends “play” with my hair! Yes, we went to the pavilion in front of our apartment and began playing like little girls. With plenty of jokes and laughters, my hair was snipped short. I didn’t have to cry a tear because they were there to make a positive difference.
Here are some pics of the haircut. We were having such fun, I forgot to get a photo of Joice!

For those who are still in the dark, here's some light: I'm living life in true Drama Queen style--fighting battle against a 2nd breast cancer. One consolation: it is not a recurrence therefore there's hope for a cure.
If you're keen, click here to find out what I said last year.
By the way, were you disappointed because you didn't see my naked head? Here's the deal: Do some work for me now and maybe you'll get to see it later!
Next Drama Episode:
Hair, Hair, Everywhere!/I'm Having a "Bald" of a Time!/You Too Can Have a Head Like Mine!
Pick a title for me!