You Can’t Go Home Again

The Me I New

           THE ME I ONCE WAS

As hard as I try, I can’t go back to who I was. There’s nothing like a bad haircut to remind me of that.

I’ve had short hair since chemo ended, now four years ago. My body rebelled after being doused for months in that chemical wash. My nails and hair particularly made their dissatisfaction known, splitting and breaking and refusing to grow. I tried nail hardener and special shampoos, but the only thing that helped was time. My nails at least have started to grow again and have stopped splitting. My hair, though, remains fine and limp and every so often I panic, sure I have a bald spot. It’s no longer the lush locks I had.

I gave up bangs I’d worn since kindergarten for a side-swept pixie cut when my hair finally started to grow back after chemo.  It looked cute and was a departure from the curly, salt and pepper mane that replaced the long, golden hair I’d lost.

Over time, I let it grow in a bit thicker, going for the Robin Wright look in House of Cards. It suited me, even though I never quite felt I recognized the woman looking back from the mirror.

For the first half of this year, I let my hair grow.  I found a haircut that looked something like my old look, albeit a shorter version. And it had the bangs I’d forsaken. I was sure it would be the perfect cut for growing it long again.


         THE ME I THOUGHT                        I COULD BECOME

So today, I went to my hair stylist – who rescued my wigs from over-washing-frizz-out as I cried and talked me in off the ledge of vulnerability during my baldness – and showed her the picture of the new look I wanted.  She sized it up, told me I’d need to go a bit shorter in the back, but agreed it could be done.

Except it couldn’t. My bangs no longer sit right on my forehead and the shag layers are flat, making my hair look more like a helmet than tresses. I came home, threw water on it and parted it back on the side, giving it the pixie look I started with four years ago.

Back then, it made me happy. Today, it makes me feel stuck, like the movie Groundhog Day. Every time I think I’m ready to move forward, life takes me back to where I was to start all over again. Whether it’s a cancer recurrence or a starting a new drug treatment or a bad haircut. It’s like a merry-go-round I can’t get off of and there’s no brass ring to grab.

So here I am, back to being a woman I don’t recognize, but no longer having a meltdown over it. Sometimes you walk through a time warp and there’s just no going back. I’m living in such a time.




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4 thoughts on “You Can’t Go Home Again

  1. Wendy Badman says:

    Thank you for sharing your journey with us Liz! A bad hair day is definitely something we can relate to as well as the horrors of a hair style that looked great in the magazine but took a wrong turn in the salon chair! Our tresses help define our sense of self and when they are falling out, gone, growing in, need to be tamed or reinvented, it is often a slow painful processes. Embrace the new you, experiment, be bold, be adventurous! As the saying goes, so far you have survived 100% of the worst days of your life, you are doing great! Best wishes for many more positive, happy, healthy days, weeks, years. You rock!

    • Thanks Wendy! Great advice, which I’m in desperate need of at the moment.

      • Wendy Badman says:

        None of us can “go home again,” the way we left, I think the key is to return stronger and wiser, even if at the moment that strength is only mental and emotional. My dear friend Barry, who had a kidney cancer diagnosis summed it up very well, he didn’t want to hear about percentages of those who have died with this diagnosis, he wanted to hear about the 1 and 2% of the people who thrived after their treatment. Barry calls himself a thrivivor, not a survivor. He has accomplished and achieved incredible goals since cancer came into his life. The odds were not in his favor, thrive, surround yourself with positive people, you got this! 🙂

  2. Amy says:

    I get it! I’ve been without my wig for a week now… It’s still not the great style I was hoping for but it is hair! I blogged about here. About being brave… Or brave-ish! God bless!

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