This weekend, we shaved what was left of Mark's long hair off.
Before I met him, he used to shave his head every few years but since we'd been together he'd been growing it out. It got quite long and we only very occasionally trimmed the ends.
Chemo seems to be catching up with him a bit and we've noticed that his hair was starting to fall out, little by little, over the past couple of weeks. On Saturday morning, I was sitting outside with the dogs and Mark walked into the porch with the clippers in his hand. We grabbed a lawn chair and went outside to do the job.
It took a bit longer to get it finished than I thought. By the end, Mark had a lot of hair in his hands. We put most of it in the compost bin but some of it did get blown away and I'm sure will end up in neighbourhood bird nests.
The breeze was pretty cool on Saturday and he did feel a bit chilled at times. All weekend, he kept reaching up for his hair but it wasn't there. To be honest, I think that he looks a lot healthier and younger with the hair gone. It was getting pretty straggly and he looked unwell and dragged down by it. He's thinking about leaving it this way, even after chemo is done. It was weird though, this morning when we were getting ready for work, for me to not braid his hair. It's something we've done every morning for almost 15 years and it felt odd to not do that today.