Mr G volunteered to shave his head when I lost my hair. I asked him to please not do it. It would only depress me seeing him bald since he has a head full of beautiful curly white hair... and I didn’t have to look at myself!
I chose not to lose my hair, I cut it short as soon as I knew it would be falling out, (I used to be able to sit on my hair) and when it started to fall out, I had Mr G help me shave my head. It gave me a sense of taking on the cancer, instead of being a victim.
My grandaughter, at age 5 drew me a picture. She said “I didn’t give you any hair, since you ran out of it.”
By the way, it is back now, and a new lovely color.
Very sweet story. Glad you’re on the mend!