Good-Bye Little Fuzzies

As expected, the first hairs to grow back were on my legs — and then those annoying random facial hairs which women rarely talk about but universally hate — and finally, the hairs on my head.

About 95% of my head was bald, but several dozen hairs stubbornly clung to my scalp. A month ago, new hairs sprouted from the bare wasteland. As the new hairs grew, I cut down the little old-hair fuzzies so everything would be the same length.

Now 95% of my head hair has returned (and at least 250% of my leg hair.) Sides and back are completely grown in, although the crown area is still sparser than I remember.

In 1998, my post-chemo hair was wavy with a lot of body — two words that were never applicable to my hair before. The waves disappeared in six months but some of the body remained. My 2016 post-chemo hair is worse than it was before, if that’s even imaginable. No body, as in zero. The texture of cotton fuzz. (More fuzzies! Yeah…) Same salt-and-pepper. And straighter than straight, which has been the status quo for 66 years. My Bad Hair life is resuming, which is at least better than my recent No Hair life.

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As for the rest of the cosmetic stuff:

My nails did not fall off during chemo-heavy (a not-uncommon side effect) but they got necrotic. The good news is, I have twenty-one colors of nail polish with which to hide the ugliness. The better news is, they’re growing back normal, with 1/3 pink at the base.

My eyelashes are growing in nicely.

My eyebrows are mostly filled in, but still a little patchy. I’m augmenting with pencil until further notice. During chemo-heavy, I would go outside my house to do yard work with no hat or scarf, but I would not exit the front door without eyebrows.

The picture below shows me with penciled eyebrows, the only non-nail make-up I’ve worn in 25 years. Hopefully, I can put away the pencil soon. I snapped six pictures and seem to be genetically incapable of looking straight into the camera while taking a selfie.


Author: MeredithLaskow

Artist, writer, and unrepentant nerd girl.

2 thoughts on “Good-Bye Little Fuzzies”

  1. So happy that fuzzies are now your worst problem. 🙂

    Have you heard this one? Q: What do you call a Bee who is having a bad hair day?


    …or this one?
    Why did the hairdresser put lipstick on her head?
    Because she was trying to make up her mind.


    1. I suppose I should say, “Bad jokes are better than no jokes.” lol
      I actually had to think about the first one. As someone with a lifetime of straight, limp hair, frizz actually sounds pretty exciting!

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