I just finished up the last bit of conditioner in the bottle. In the bottle that I bought before I was diagnosed with cancer. The bottle that I had before my hair all fell out. In 2016. The bottle that sat, untouched, for months in the shower, but I didn’t find the need to move it to the cabinet.
I noticed, of course, that it was running low. Just last week, I had to turn it upside down so that I could get the last bits out if it, and not be wasteful. In our last trip to the store, I went to the shampoo/conditioner aisle. As I went to grab some conditioner, I had to pause and consider…do I really need conditioner for dry/damaged hair? It’s not been up there for that long, it certainly hadn’t had a chance to become dry or damaged, heck, it’s barely been in the ocean once since it came back. Do I need the kind for flat/limp hair? Something to add body. Well, no, it’s got quite a bit of fluff to it, in fact, if left to its own devices, it can get a bit pouffy…so, what’s the right kind? Decisions I’ve not had to make, well, ever, to be honest. Back in the day, mom would buy the hair products and I would use them. By the time I had to fend for myself, my hair was really long, so something to add moisture, usually the one for dry/damaged hair, sometimes one that added body was my way to go. What should I buy now? It’s my brand new hair. It was an interesting quandary to be in for sure.
So, earlier this week, I squeezed out the last tiny bit of the perfect conditioner for my old hair, and set up the new bottle, to take care of my locks for the next phase. Hope I made the right choice. If not, well, it will be a lot less than two years before I need to replace it, and start all over again.
It’s funny that as I entered the week that I replaced my conditioner, I have a calendar reminder of one of my mini-anniversaries. Oct. 25th is the two year anniversary of my first round of head shaving. It’s hard to believe that it was two years ago when that took place. It seems so much more recent, but at the same time, so very, very far away. We took Miranda’s advice on that first shave, and let Nick do it. There was a second, final shave, but that one wasn’t nearly as exciting.
It’s weird to let someone else shave your head for the first time. I totally get why young children get so freaked out about it when they’re in the chair. Clippers buzzing near your ears is not natural. We took some large chunks, and used scissors on them first. I must admit, I was not entirely trusting of either of the boys for this part…I didn’t think they would cut me, or cut an ear off, I mean, not really, but…the possibility of being stabbed did worry me. Nick finally getting those clippers in his hand, after months of waiting, was a great prize for him. Even Mike had a go at the shaving experience. Eventually, the buzzing got the best of me, and I took over for the finishing touches. Prior to this cancer nonsense, I never thought we’d have a family head shaving day on MY head, that’s for sure. And while no one will be knocking down my door to change careers to a hair styling profession, I think we did ok. And Miranda was right, Nick did have a great time doing that, I was glad she put that thought in our heads, and that we told Nick early on that he could shave my head when the time came. He loved it!