...happened on Sunday. The lagartas had come to visit and we had a very very nice time, laughing and dancing around. Once they left, I crawled into bed and fell asleep immediately.
When I woke up, and passed my hand through my hair, I was shocked to find that a handful of hair had come off without the smallest effort. We had been expecting this to happen anytime. Nevertheless, I started crying like a little girl and curled up into a ball on Gabo's side. I fell asleep again, immediately. Ignorance is bliss.
The difference between rational awareness and emotional experience is weird. I knew this was gonna happen. I did not dread it particularly--I am much more scared of vomiting without control, for instance (maybe because that was one of the hardest things to watch with my mum). But the shock of it actually happening still came as a surprise.
Today Gabo will have another moment of amusement, cutting my hair once again. Short. Very, extremely short. Almost unexistent.
The time of the wig culture is about to start.
I once wrote a poem about cutting my hair. I did a verse about each time that I cut it, shorter and shorter--and how, in the end, when it was as short as I wanted it, I broke up with my boyfriend, who had loved my long hair. Not a conscious process at the time, but on reflection... Ah, well... Yours is the reverse, because Gabo is cutting your hair, and that's about loving and caring! Hi Gabo!
ReplyDeleteAnyway, how about writing some poetry about what you're going through? Some limericks??
There was a bad gremlin named Dino
Who forced our HH to get chemo
But Helena is strong
So it won't be long
'Til we say "Adios" to that meano!
there was a sunflowery slug
ReplyDeletewhom I desperately wanted to hug
intrepid and fearless
with Gabo, her dearest
she was snug as a bug in a rug.
HH you will always be one of the most beautiful women I know! so what if the hair gets shorter and shorter? there is waaaay more to the HH we all know and love!
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