The saga of my hair started before my stroke and continues to this day, but it was definitely very bad for a while.  I had just previously started to grow out the natural color of my hair: salt and pepper. My hair was not long, but just about shoulder length.  I also had a son who was graduating in June 2019. I had hoped to have a decent hair cut of my natural hair by then.

My hair goals were overtaken by the surgeon who decided to shave the back of my head.  I understood his reasoning and can’t be upset with him for that, but it caused me some trouble.  As soon as they let me wash my hair I had it cut into a pixie cut. The back of my head was shaved and thankfully this was stylish.  My problem was that after my surgery I could not walk, there was even talk of me getting a walker. I felt like I had aged about 30 years, could not walk, and had short grey hair.  My new goal was to not look so old for my son’s graduation.

Unfortunately, I cut and colored my hair a couple of times before that event when I probably should have just had it done.  There is no guarantee that I could have communicated clearly what I wanted and I could have ended up with bad hair that I had to pay for.

Eventually I had it cut and started growing it out again to its natural color.  A little over a year later the hair that was shaved is about 3+ inches long.

There is much I can be thankful for.  Our son graduated and I looked decent enough.  My hair is growing out now, which was my original goal.  I can walk unassisted, albeit sometimes unsteadily. I no longer feel like I am so much older than I actually am.