Today, after almost two years of worrying about everything but my hair, I made my way to the salon! My hair stylist, of twenty-nine years, yes, twenty-nine years, Melva Johnson of Make Me Over Hair Lounge, in Decatur, Georgia, happily obliged my request for her to “..fix it!” I’ve always heard that a woman’s hair is her crown and glory. Hair that is long is supposed to be of strength, gray hair of wisdom, and short hair is freeing and of a risk taker. Well, my hair was growing, growing in a very weird way; not long, not short, just growing. I had done cornrows, traditional braids, activator, gel, you name it. Not that I’m vain, or care more about my hair then my health, but I needed to look professional, neat, and like I cared about myself again.
As I began my CANcer journey, I was told about the side effects of chemotherapy treatment, guaranteed hair loss of the scalp and body. I lost everything! I’ve always had hair, on my arms, my legs, my head, so starting completely over, with this “new” hair, was quite the adjustment.
While on this journey, I began to miss going to the salon. Catching up with my friend and sharing the weeks reality show news, talking about school and kids and football. I realized that I wasn’t just missing getting my hair done, I was missing the fellowship of the women there. Today, I was able to recapture the fellowship and enjoy time catching up with my friend, and just getting pampered for two hours. I went through some changes, maybe even a transformation of my physical and mental.
When it was all said and done, I looked in the mirror and was afraid but glad I went
through with the change. I now looked like me, just new…my crown fixed! Coming home, every chance I got, I looked in the mirror as if to see if I was still there. This was the first change to what was growing new like grass emerging from dormancy of winter. I played with it, styled it several times and settled on my new look. It’s time to fix my crown as it was slipping a little. My crown being my attitude about my hair, my new normal, my being. I’m here, I’m able, and I’m blessed.
My CANcer Wisdom to You: Your crown does not have to be on your head. You wear your crown in your heart and mind. Fix your crown!
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