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.