One of the first things that I did when I got to the hospital was proactively cut my hair. It was a way to make it real but take control. A pink stripe to embrace as it is part of me. Short and manageable because there are more important things in life than a complicated hair style.
After a couple of weeks I wanted to change it up even more and add in a little of my own style so that I still felt more like me.
Now, it depends on the day. Some days, my new hair makes me feel powerful and strong, others it is a distraction from pain and others I just couldn’t care less what I look like.