
At first, it looked like my hair was going to come back white. Now, it seems to be getting a bit darker. Whether it will ever return to the predominantly dark-brown hue of my pre-chemo days, though, remains to be seen.
“Gray hair is a crown of glory;
it is gained in a righteous life.”
- Proverbs 16:31
Today, Claire remarks to me, with glee, that my hair is sticking up in the back (where my head has been resting against a pillow). Another one of those little milestones on the road to recovery.
I still haven’t started carrying a comb around with me yet, but the day is coming...