A Haircut That Would Have Ruined My Day Before Breast Cancer

A few days after I shaved my head during chemo, I got a picture from my in-laws who were watching the boys.

One of them had gotten a hold of scissors and cut his hair. 😳

The old me—the very Type-A, everything-must-go-as-planned me—probably would have been furious.

I would have worried about how he’d look in his upcoming birthday pictures, and wondered how I was going to fix it.

But chemo had already started changing my perspective.

I looked at the picture and laughed.

It wasn't ideal, but it wasn't worth stressing over either. It was summer, so we buzzed his hair… and suddenly, we were hair twins. 💕

And honestly? I loved it.

One of the unexpected things cancer taught me was that not everything needs to become a problem. Sometimes you just need to pause, take a breath, and ask yourself: “Is this actually worth my worry?”

You never know when the thing you thought would ruin your day might end up being something that makes you smile. 🙂

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