Stories, Poems, Reflections and Meditations on Life and Renewal
25. Hair
New baby hairs are constantly popping up on the scalp. The hair is new, different, maybe grayer or more auburn. It’s growing in. It’s always been growing in.
Chemo makes hair change. The types I am on are not supposed to leave me bald, although it isn’t a big deal if it does. As much hair that I have, I am not attached.
I notice focus though. I see the amount of hair I pull out of my brush. I spin the hairs on the shower into a ball and toss them in the garbage. A lot of hair. It’s falling out. It’s always been falling out.
Michele Stowell was a teacher, a hand holder, and encouraging voice. Born an early Gen Xer, she has lived in Western Washington for the duration. Her children, two spectacular genetic daughters and an uncountable number of marvelous scout and school sons and daughters, shine as her biggest impact and her greatest blessing. Just before her 54th birthday, Michele was diagnosed with stage four cancer. Her writing and art work are expressions of the drama and the joy of living earth bound. On October 24, 2021, Michele was released from her physical body, transported to continue her work on other realms.
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