Last Thursday, Sarah walked into a certain building in lovely downtown Manteo. . .
. . . and asked a particular lady to do a particular job.
Can you possibly guess what that job was? (This is a tough question, I know.)
Yep! Sarah got numerous inches of hair cut off! She then donated that hair to Locks of Love, an organization that’s especially close to her spunky, formerly bald, cancer-surviving self.
As opposed to what happened to her ten years ago, this time our 16-year old princess decided to lose a bunch of hair on purpose.
As Sarah was getting her ‘do done, we couldn’t help notice another vaguely familiar customer in the shop who was acting sort of . . . um . . . strange. In defense of this vaguely familiar, oddly-acting customer’s slightly unorthodox behavior, I will mention there was no one else in the salon at the time, so plopping down on the couch for a wee catnap was an okay thing to do. Plus, Linda goes to our church so she knows her pastor can be occasionally quirky. (The reason Steve was there at all was because he was next in line for the scissors.)
But anyway. Back to Sarah, the star of this story.
After some snipping and some swooshing . . .
. . . she ended up with this, a look which I absolutely love.
Sarah’s hair has enough natural wave in it (inherited from her Grandma Campbell) that it took just a little mousse and about five minutes of scrunching with her head flipped upside down to get this look.
When she got home, she flattened it out just a tad so it looks more like this now. Very, very cute, either way.
As you may notice, Snowy decided to invite himself into the showing off the haircut photo, which is convenient because I was just about to mention him!
And just why am I mentioning Sir Snowy Studmuffin Smith? Because today is his twelfth birthday! It’s hard for me to believe we have had him that long. Sarah always says she really doesn’t have any memories without Snowy in them; as you can probably imagine, the two of them are inseparable
We are so grateful to have had this white, fluffy, goofy, smile-inducing creature in our lives for all these years. And if you’re wondering what he’s doing in this picture, he’s singing Happy Birthday to himself. (We have raised him to be quite the self sufficient poochie.)
In other news . . .
Today I’ll be making the 5-hour round trip to Greenville with Cindy, a friend from church who is having her first round of chemo following her recent double mastectomy. Cindy’s 30-something daughter went through surgery, chemo and reconstruction a year ago and just recently had further surgery when the cancer recurred in her lung. These are two brave, spunky ladies and I am honored to get to go along today and be a vehicle driver, a hand holder, a spirits-lifter, a prayer offer-er, a chocolate-procurer, and a friend.
This is also a sojourn of thanksgiving for me because it reminds that I could very easily be the one in that chemo chair instead of Cindy. I’m so grateful that I didn’t have to go through that part of breast cancer treatment, and even more grateful that I’ve been given the chance to support someone who is going through it.
Cindy has already gotten her hair cut short in preparation for her coming hair loss. As I’ve talked to her about losing her hair, it has brought back so clearly the memory of the day when Sarah’s long, blonde curls started falling out after her first round of chemo. I’ll never forget the tears in her eyes as she stood in the hospital bathroom with hair all over the floor and said, “Mommy, can a girl be pretty when she’s bald?”
Yes, sweetie. She sure can. (And Snowy sure doesn’t seem to care about hair or the lack thereof.)
All those old memories made Sarah’s recent donation to Locks of Love all the more joyous and meaningful because she was able to return the favor and give a gift to someone else coming down the line. Also, those old experiences with her (and of course, my own diagnosis), provide me with a deeper layer of understanding and empathy as I prepare to support Cindy today and in the days to come.
So, yep. This is a blog about hair—cutting it, giving it, losing it, and learning so many lessons of life in the process.