Sitting at my desk early this morning, I didn’t think twice about running my hand through my hair. A little disconcerting to look at my hand afterwards, and see it full of hair.

I’ve been reading other Blogs about this type experience. They have been comforting to read. It shows me that I’m not alone with this. I have found a beautiful Blog entitled Beauty Beyond Bones. This lady had absolutely amazing hair! It was sorta her trademark for years. Long and thick with natural ringlets. Beautiful. She lost it all through an eating disorder.

That is what her Blog is about. Her journey through Anorexia. My hair is nothing special. I used to wear it short, but have let it grow the past few months. It’s time to go back to short.

God is more concerned with our inside than out. Hair does have a purpose; like I’m not excited about losing my eyelashes, or brows. I keep a tidy home, but I don’t dust much anymore. Eyelashes keep the dust out of your eyes.

Probably the most unsettling thing for me about losing my hair was this. The shower.

While rinsing my hair, ever so gently, it got matted on my hands and fingers. Then, I stepped out of the shower, and caught a glimpse of something on my shoulder. A pile of hair. God has got me through every step of this journey, and He will get me through this.

I called a hairdresser friend of mine, and told her what is happening. She is going to cut it short for me. I don’t want to wake up in the morning with a white bed, covered in dark hair. My nurse at Chemo today told me, “Yea, It will just keep getting thinner and thinner.”

That’s when it’s best to step out in front of it, and let it go ahead of time.