Literally. Watching hair grow.
Because I had too much time on my hands last year, and not much energy, I started taking daily selfies. Watch time fly and hair grow as I document the rapid changes that took place over the past year of cancer treatment. When I first knew I would lose my hair, I let my kids cut it short and we donated the ponytails. Then we added some color. Soon the razor came out, and it was gone. Next, a fabulous Henna Tattoo. And, finally, one day in July, chemotherapy was over, and the long slow process of raising hair began.
Captivating as always Sue. Kudos once again for having the foresight to record this.