Today was no exception. Three months of intense chemotherapy have taken their toll on my daughter's beautiful hair. Because it would be a while before it would grow back, Paige has been adamant about keeping as much as she could for as long as she could. She came to the conclusion this week that it was time to let the last few strands go. She was ready to move forward.
We called upon a trusted friend to help us in this endeavor--there was nobody else Paige would let near her head. :) Missy made sure Paige was comfortable--in case she was experiencing any sensitivity on her scalp--and got to work. A few minutes--and lots of tears--later, it was done. That last bit of what we called "chemo hair" was gone, and Paige's head was now as soft and fuzzy as the day she was born.
I held her hand the whole time, trying to reassure her she is still totally and completely beautiful. That this is temporary. That her hair will one day return. And then I was silent--which is probably what she needed the most at that point. Just a few weeks ago, she 'warned' me that once the hair was gone, she would need to cry and be upset for a bit, so I am giving her that time. She's more than earned it.
Your beauty should not come from outward adornment...it should be that of your inner self...
1 Peter 3: 3-4