We all have dates that we remember. Some very important, some rather mundane. I could never remember dates for history class. But I’ve got a slew of dates floating around in my head. March 8– my first date with Clay. May 1– the day I had to finally send in the acceptance to the University of Illinois (it was not my first choice for college, but I couldn’t get the scholarship support to go elsewhere.) July 18– my first best friend’s birthday, and we haven’t lived in the same town since first grade. October 5– the day I found out I had breast cancer. February 1– my last day of chemo.
Wow, that was a lot of writing to get to the “it’s been two years since my last day of chemo” line. But, there you have it. Two years from completely bald to Rapunzel-like hair. I was shocked last week when someone compared my hair to Rapunzel’s– I was thinking of the long blond braid that reached to the base of the tower. Apparently in Tangled, her hair is cut at the end of the movie, and as it turns out, my newest style looks very much like hers. (Like how I tried for a concerned, wide-eyed stare just like hers?) And here, I thought growing out my hair would take forever. All I needed was two years to get hair just like Rapunzel’s.