This is officially a Vanity post… I got my eyelashes back!
I have to say a huge Thank You to Karly Thu Ngo, who is by far, the eyelash queen! I really am so excited. Not that you would ever know that from my face below. It's been almost 6 years since Karly put on my first set of lashes, and my goodness I love them and I have missed them.
Loosing my hair was a thing for sure, but the moment my eyelashes were gone I looked in the mirror and saw "a cancer patient". I am sure you are reading this thinking, well that's kind of ridiculous, you have been a cancer patient for some time now. But honestly, it's the weirdest of things that makes it sink in. Which also leads me to two other thoughts...
Number One: you impact people without realizing it, and people impact you without realizing it too! Karly and I met in a pinch when I decided very last minute I wanted lash extensions for my stag and doe. Wild things had been happening. I actually think it was when my grandfather died, but that time was full of, how should I put it? Complexities that I will save for another day and another post. Karly was recommended by a friend and the rest is history.
She has been in three different physical locations and knows all my deepest darkest secrets. I joke I should pay her twice, once for eyelashes and once for therapy. But the day I told her I had cancer, oh my goodness... she cried more than I did when I was diagnosed. It broke my heart. I will forever recall the day I went to her knowing the last of my eyelashes (all 7 of them) where done. She had performed miracles for weeks gluing fake eyelashes to fake eyelashes for longer than I imagined. It was time. It was sad. I was hanging on as she gently removed what she could and cleansed my skin. I felt naked. I felt raw. But man, I felt loved.
Number Two: my hair is also growing back! It’s silver grey and now growing dark, and we have no clue what the end point will be. Did you know having cancer is like being pregnant in the sense that people randomly touch you?!
Not my belly this time (thank God) but my head… its very weird, and a warning to those in my shoes, practice your evasive maneuvers when people come in for a pat. And please, if you are reading this and have a friend with cancer who's hair is growing, please don't pet them; they are not a cat!
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