Maybe we should call this beauty week! My lashes are definitely not as full and long as they were two weeks ago. I don’t think they’re completely falling out. I think it’s more part of a natural cycle, but since they all grew in at the same time, they’re all falling out and replenishing at the same time. So I’m forgoing the false lashes for now, but mascara is über important. My favorite are the tubing mascaras– they really do help lengthen the lashes I have, plus they’re waterproof but easy to wash off. The Trish McEvoy and Blinc are the same formula, but I like the skinny Trish wand the best. I’m not sure about the formula of the L’Oreal, but it’s a good drugstore alternative. Trish and Blinc both sell a primer, too, but I like that the L’Oreal comes with the primer. In the interest of fiscal responsibility, that’s what’s in my bag now. And while I’m using so much of it (several layers builds up the super short ones!) I think the bargain is a good call.
Hope you’re not tired of hearing about my hair yet. A couple of my fellow short-haired friends had a few things to say on yesterday’s post. First, thanks for all the love on the short hair– I wasn’t fishing for compliments, I promise! But one friend clearly expressed what was floating around in my mind as I thought about all those comments on my “easy” hair. She commented that there’s no putting off a haircut when you’ve got short hair, and you have to pony up for the good product. And she’s so right. Back in my long hair days, I scheduled my haircuts every 8 weeks, and sometimes put them off a little longer. The only product I used was an Argan oil that I picked up at Sally Beauty, and I sometimes skipped it. Now, only three or four weeks since my last visit with Dragan, and I’m seriously jonesing for a fresh cut. Plus, I’m up to three products now– and only one of them is a bargain. But I’m still loving this ‘do, and I’m working on getting the front to flip up a la Charlize Theron. Anything I can do to compare myself to Charlize Theron has to be good, right?
So I’ve been thinking a lot about my hair lately. I think a lot of people have. You all ask about it– will I let it grow out? Maybe not, not right now, anyway. According to a post Ashley did, it will take about 4.9 years for my hair to grow out to its former glory. (I love that she figured that out!) Somehow, I’m not sure a woman over 40 needs hair that long. Or at least, not this woman. But mainly, I like it this way. And not because it’s easy. Honestly, yes, it is easier than blowing out all that hair before either straightening it or curling it. Somehow, I’m betting not many people honestly think that I make fashion choices because they’re easy. If we’ve talked about my hair and you’ve been one of the very many who’ve commented, “Well, at least it’s easy,” that’s ok, please don’t feel bad. It is easy, and so many people have said it that I don’t have any idea who has. But I’m realizing that’s not something I’ll say to anyone with really short hair again– whether she has short hair by choice or necessity, to insinuate the best thing about her hair is ease isn’t the biggest compliment.
That being said, I’ve gotten lots of wonderful compliments. The best compliments come from complete strangers, and they’re my favorite because I know that these people truly like my hair, they’re not just being nice because they figure at least I’m not bald anymore. My most favorite comment? From a man who works in the cosmetic department at Niemann Marcus. Enough said.
It’s still weird for me. I catch my reflection in the mirror or see my shadow on the sidewalk and don’t always recognize myself. I see myself with long hair in my mind, and yet I’m starting to see myself as I look in Sally’s most recent photos, too. Like maybe it’s fifty-fifty now, sometimes I think of myself with long hair, sometimes short. I haven’t quite decided how I’d like my hair to look in 4.9 years. But for now, I think I’m sticking with short. It tells a story. When I see my short hair, I am reminded that I am strong, not only that I’ve gotten past cancer, but that I can feel confident with out the long lovely locks that I once considered a major part of my identity.
We had a chance to catch up with some family we hadn’t seen for ages this past week. Clay’s aunt and uncle have faithfully prayed for me every step of the way in the past year, and I was delighted to be able to thank them in person. Uncle Bruce really has a way with words, and his are not to be forgotten.
“You’re the only person I ever prayed for who didn’t die.”
Um, thanks. Guess y’all aren’t going to be lining up to ask him to pray for you!
Just did my makeup in preparation for a dinner out with family, and noticed something for the second time. Have you ever noticed that the first time you see something you don’t love, you try to overlook it– maybe it will go away? I’m pretty sure I do that. I seem to remember thinking before when I put on mascara that there was an area of lashes on my left eye that was getting sparse. I had just been thinking how long my lashes had gotten, that they were better than they ever were pre-chemo. So the right eye is still pretty great, but there’s that area that’s a little thin on the other side. I’m still crossing my fingers that it’s completely normal and I’m just being hyper-sensitive, but I’m a little worried that maybe there’s another round to fall out. Seems unlikely, but the first time they fell out wasn’t until I’d been done with chemo for nearly six weeks, so it’s hard to say. I’m not looking forward to doing the false eyelashes on a daily basis again, but at least I’ve got some practice, and this pair from Sonia Kashuk did the job without being too spendy.
Here’s hoping I’m just overreacting. Stay tuned for further updates as events warrant…
There were a lot of things that I knew I needed to do leading up to my surgery, and I did a pretty good job of getting them taken care of. I came up with a pretty good list of things I thought I’d need at the hospital, and it turned out to be almost perfect. With two glaring omissions.
First of all, percocet is lovely. It really does a good job at knocking out the pain. (And the rest of me, in the process.) But it makes me so itchy. Like all over, can’t make it stop, but only mildly irritating itchy. Not so bad that I wanted to ditch the good drugs, but after a mastectomy, arm motion is pretty limited, so an itchy back is a nightmare. Try though he might, Clay was just too afraid he’d hurt me to scratch hard enough to make the itch go away. I must have mentioned it at some point, so a few days after surgery, a good neighborhood friend showed up at my house with the best gift ever.
Glamorous, right? But the simple bamboo back scratcher she picked up at the local hardware store (they have everything!) was exactly what I needed. I wished I’d had it a few days earlier, but it still got loads of use.
The other thing I’d missed I didn’t pick up until a week or so ago. I knew it would probably help, but kept putting it off. After a mastectomy, the last thing you want is a seat belt pressing against your chest. Even though the initial pain is long gone, there’s still a general irritation from the tissue expanders and I hate the way the seat belt feels. Enter: the seat belt cover.
Seriously, why did I wait so long to get this? I finally picked one up at the automotive store, but for only around six bucks on amazon, it’s ridiculous that I didn’t buy it earlier. It’s not the perfect solution, but for the most part, it lets me drive around with my seat belt where it’s supposed to be instead of me holding it out with my “non-driving” hand.
So while it may be the strangest assortment of gifts ever, I’m thinking that the next friend I know who has a mastectomy will be getting a back scratcher, a seat belt cover, and maybe a can of pringles. Oh, and some lip gloss. Always lip gloss.
For a while, I felt like every other person I spoke with wanted to know when I thought my hair would grow back. I must have answered that question a hundred times. Now I’ve got hair, so that standard question has disappeared. Lately, one question I’m starting to hear more frequently has to do with conventional medicine versus more un-conventional methods of treatment.
I should start with a disclaimer. I’m a scientist. So is my husband. He even did a post-doctoral fellowship with the FDA years ago. We have a pretty healthy respect for “big pharma” and the processes that regulate the development and vetting of drugs. I’ve always worried about herbal and other supplements. While I doubt that they will be as effective as conventional treatment, I don’t worry because I don’t think they couldn’t possibly work. More, I worry that they can work. And they’re not regulated with the same stringency as things that are classified as drugs. Plus, some people feel embarrassed about wanting to use them, or they think their doctor won’t approve of something non-traditional, and so don’t want to tell their doctors. That’s probably my biggest worry—some vitamin and herbal supplements can interact with other drugs, and an oncologist is the best judge of what could put your treatment, or your health, at risk.
I realize it’s easy for me to tout the conventional route. I mean, it worked for me, right? Not only did I make it to my surgery without any hint of remaining tumor, but the chemo didn’t really bother me all that much, either. Would my perspective be different if it hadn’t been so easy and effective? Maybe. I do remember buying a bottle of Evening Primrose Oil to help bring on labor as my due date approached when I was pregnant with Turner. Though I only bought it as the result of an unsolicited suggestion at an OB appointment. (And for the record, it didn’t work.) Desperate times call for desperate measures. I get that.
But still, I have to think that if something considered “non-traditional” was really that effective, the company that makes it would get it into trials so that it could be considered standard of care. That’s how they make money, after all. So for me, I think I’d stick with the traditional, regulated, vetted drugs. At least at first.