Bad Hair Day 14

In Her Favorite Window Seat

 I'm having a bad hair day.  Really, a bad hair month.  Back in August when Heidi was first admitted to Northwest Medical Center hospital, they indicated treatment was imminent and she would be starting chemotherapy immediately.  Being a supportive husband, I put off getting my hair cut so I could get buzzed simultaneously with Heidi, even though it was clearly time for a standard haircut. 

Then we changed to University Medical Center and the diagnosis changed.  They were convinced she had MDS and outpatient chemo treatment was to start immediately.  Being the supportive type, I once again put off my haircut.

Then her blood counts went to hell, resulting in a diagnosis change and a new treatment starting—anybody want to guess when?—yes, imminently.  Once again, I, being the supportive husband type, delayed my much needed haircut so I could get a buzz cut with my soon-to-be bald wife. 

Still with a full head of Hair (dammit!)

Couple this haircut procrastination for the sake of support with the fact that I've been driving Heidi's car most of the time.  With nice comfortable Southern Arizona Autumn weather, it's nice outside morning, noon and night, which means I've had the convertible top down most of the time.  All of this is a recipe for a bad hair day, week, month and then some.

Heidi, meanwhile, is being her usual obstinate self, refusing to act her disease and show the expected symptoms such as hair loss.  You could almost call my haircut delay something of  unrequited support.  Last month I had something of an 80's dew.  Now it's becoming more of a 70's style.  I never really had a modern hair style even before this started, so maybe I started from a baseline in the 90's.  Regardless, my retro look is getting retro-er.

Just so you y'all think this isn't all just about me, I need to mention that Heidi did pull out an inordinate amount of hair this morning.  I'd say something around 20 hairs.  Not enough to cause a noticeable difference, but perhaps a sign that soon I might be getting my much needed buzz.  Ah, but even the hair isn't about me.