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So I have cut off all 47 locks on my head. I dont have a picture. I don't know when I will post one. I don't know how much I will continue to post. See life done threw me a curve ball and I'm trying to swing. I run my hands through my hair and find it hard to believe that the locks I've cultivate for almost 10 years are gone. They've become so familiar to me, like my skin in some respect. I've hide behind them and tranfered a lot of energy from life to them. They are no more. I've been saying that I would. I wanted to cut them. Thought I just might when I turned 30. But an attribute that defined me as far as the above logo in my page graphics of that girl with butterflies flying from her locks, is no more. I guess Ill have to redesign this page. Remake biz cards. Change all the photos on myspace and friendster profiles. And when I awoke this morning I was shocked. But my head was light.
So the question becomes why did I cut it? Yesterday, I recieved a phonecall from my doctor. I had asked that he call me because I was alarmed by the nurses response to my misdating my follow up from my surgery. He told me my worse fear. Let me see if I can even type it. I have cancer. As I sit here typing it I try the best I can not to cry. I don't have time to be sick. But whatever. I don't even know that I should be typing all this up here. I mind as well. I don't have nufin else to blog about. They want to have major surgery. I don't know I'm still in shock.
So upon this news I stood in the mirror and cut off all my hair. I needed to.
What happens next, I don't know.
prayforme.
