My hair is growing back. It's iron gray. It's very short. I cannot stand the wig at all any more. I wear a hat when I'm at work, but pretty much the rest of the time I just go with what I got. It's short, I hate it, but in the great scheme of things, it's really not a big deal. So I tell myself.
Everyone is fascinated with my hair. The thing that I hear most often is 'Ooooh. I just want to touch it.' I get petted more than my dog.
Friday, I was standing in the line at Subway, patiently waiting to order a veggie sub. I was hot and tired. It was nearly 4 and I hadn't eaten yet that day. I still had what ended up to be four hours of work in front of me. A woman walked by with such beautiful hair. It went all the way to her butt. It was a shiny sleek river down her back. It was just gorgeous hair. I was suddenly overcome with such a longing, and I couldn't help staring. I realized that the woman with her (her mother?) was glaring at me with such hostility that it startled me. I was pretty tired, and I didn't figure it out, not right away. She thought I was a lesbian.
I'm trying so hard to be patient, but dear God, how I do want hair...