So I got a new haircut today. It feels really good but I don't quite recognize myself in the mirror yet. I was told it might be a while before I can lift my hands above my head after the surgery, plus I thought I would transition myself to the possibility of chemo effects, so I thought, "Why not?" and before I knew it my tennis buds were scheming with the stylist over some very scary ideas. This is what we ended up with. But we'll see what it looks like tomorrow after I wash it.
How cool was it that my stylist "happened" to have have gone through all this with her mum, who is a 16 year survivor at 75 years old!