The hairdresser looked a bit surprised when I announced I wanted my hair cut very short. I assured her that until only few years ago, I had maintained short hair so I really wouldn't freak out when she did the drastic "snip snap" with the scissors. I explained why I wanted to cut it - namely that I have made my statement about radiotherapy and I'm ready to move on.
Five minutes later, 20cm of ponytail lay in a dead-animal-like heap on the floor. The cut itself took about 2 hours! I feel so much better for this - I'm getting my life back. I've looked into that clichéd abyss, climbed down to the valley floor and now I'm coming out the other side.
Life's too short - and mine has been spent in worrying constantly about others (they do say worry and stress cause cancer...) So, now it's "me" time!
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