During the next few years it came in thick, dark and very wavy. The fact that my mother insisted on giving us children "permanents' was not something I was fond of. See the ponytail and bangs on the left....after one of these traumatic experiences, I was always very sad that the bangs were even higher than my hairline!
I decided to take one last pic before it all falls out...sigh. A person close to me told me that when she had chemo -after the first treatment, hers turned lackluster and she could literally feel it 'dying'. After the second treatment, it all fell out. Mine is projected to do the same. I know there are much worse things and it will certainly save my life....but right now, I'm moping. I know...it's just hair.