A girl only needs a couple inches to be happy

I was dreading today, the day I chopped off my hair..all 21 inches of it. The funny thing is, I was growing it so long to donate to locks of love...little did I know that I was being drafted into that unwitting army at the same time was I volunteering for the other side. I decided to make a partial wig for myself since I had so much hair. It's ridiculously expensive, but I know it'll feel like home, or some place familiar when I'm walking alone in baldland. Until I get it, I have my fluorescent pink Cleopatra wig and my "I'm trying to look like I don't have cancer and am really normal like you" wig. It may only stay in my head for another week or so, but the couple inches they so generously left behind are much appreciated. After the carnage was cleared away and Charly had a chance to see me, styled and all, she said "you look even more like mommy". I love that child. Maddy also was fine with it, she just looked up at me and said "they take your hair off mommy?" followed by a big hug. I think she's getting used to "them" taking parts of mommy off. Hopefully we'll get a little reprieve!