My Cupcake Hair

I have been contemplating what to do with my mane for the past month or so when it started growing into an awful excuse for hair. I was thinking that because we are in a recession and now is not the time to splurge on unnecessary whims, like cut, color and style, I should just leave my hair untouched, let it grow its natural course (aka ugly) and as soon as chemo hits me, I may just be fortunate enough to lose my hair. I figured, chemo will pretty much kick my hair follicle's ass, so there is absolutely no justification in me spending $100+ on getting my hair done up pretty until chemo time comes. When I signed that chemo liability paperwork (aka book of what ifs), I was ecstatic to see that my hair may fall off (meaning a 2nd chance for new, healthy hair, thank you Lord!).

Well, I held off on doing anything for a long time but the ugly hair was taunting me today... it was unwashed and greasy and untamed and useless. I decided that it didn't matter anymore - it is 911 imperative that I do something with my hair and I cannot wait for chemo to settle my self-dispute. Sooooo I got a haircut!

(I know how SEXY my bandage is.
Due to my recently acquired love for Twilight,
I have been telling people that it is a vampire bite :) heh)

You can kind of see where they did the surgery and I am left deformed. 10 points if you see it!

I don't like the cut but you never know, chemo may not come through and this may be the only hair Ill have... :)