Give Me Hair!!!

My latest prayer

When I was a little girl I had beautiful red hair and my mother fixed it in curls like Shirley Temple. Everywhere we went people would comment on my hair and I felt special.

As a teenager I always felt like I was not “pretty” but I still took comfort in the thought that my hair was “pretty.”

Then as an adult cancer came and took my hair.

After cancer treatment ended my doctor told me my hair would grow back – possibly even thicker than before. But it did not. After a year or so he ran various tests to see if there was something else wrong as his cancer patients had always seen their hair grow back. We eventually found out that one of the three chemo drugs I took caused more permanent hair loss.

I did not really mind too much as I had worn wigs during my treatment and no one knew it was not my own hair. Slowly a little bit of hair came back but it was very thin and grey. So I just continued to wear my red wig and enjoy being that “special” redhead. My husband said he loved it when we were at ministers’ conference and someone asked him who was his wife, he could just say “the redhead.”

As time went by I realized it was probably time to accept that I was no longer a young redhead and join my husband with grey hair.

So I found a beautiful grey wig and made the adjustment to losing the “special” way I felt as a redhead.

Still, grey can be beautiful, right?

After accepting my grey hair I had to get hearing aids. With aids and glasses it became hard to get my wig adjusted and the ear tabs aggravate me. The last few years my hair has come back some but is still thin. I wonder if wearing a wig all the time is preventing it from growing back. So I am going without the wig and praying it will grow back. I always loved being a redhead and it was hard to go grey. Now I struggle with having little hair.

It has been hard for me to go out in public with my thin hair, but people tell me it looks good. (Of course what are they going to say – “you look terrible.”) ūüôā

I am using different essential oils with lots of vitamins and nutrients and massaging my head each night. I will give it this summer without a wig and see what happens.

In the meantime I’ll just keep playing the Cowsills song and make it my prayer.

Fiery Red-heads Have More Fun!

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Growing up as a red-head I soon grew tired of all the comments:

  • Where did she get her red hair?¬† My parents were always asked this since they¬†both had dark hair and my siblings all had brown or black hair.
  • And my Dad’s response to people’s questions on where I got my¬†red hair – “She stood out in the rain and her hair rusted.”
  • Is that your natural hair color?
  • Being told what you can and can’t wear gets annoying.¬† For years I was told I should not wear red.¬† I loved the color and it was not until I was in my late 20’s that I decided to wear what I wanted to wear.¬† To my surprise, I found that I look fine in red!
  • Hey carrot top!
  • Hey red!
  • Hey firetop!
  • One young boy made my life miserable for a while by chanting every time I came around, “I’d rather be dead than red on the head.”
  • I¬†bet you have a temper!
  • Are you Irish?

So for the first few years of my life, I hated being a red-head.¬† Then I discovered what a rare group I belong to (only 1-2% of humans in the world have red hair) and I have loved being a red-head¬†ever since.¬† When my pastor¬†husband and I attended conferences, he said it was great having a wife with red hair.¬† When the meetings broke up and everyone was trying to find their wife in the crowd, he just looked for the red-head¬†– and there I was.¬† It also made it easy when someone would ask him, “Which one is your wife?”¬† Simple answer – “The red-head.”

My two sisters had dark blonde and brown hair.¬† Years later when we would meet someone who knew our family in the past, they always would remember me – “the little red-head” even if they did not remember my sisters.¬† (I¬†think they may have hated that.)

My paternal grandmother had red hair (and Irish ancestry).¬† I was one of the last grand-kids born in the family so by the time I was a young girl, Grandma was losing her sight.¬† When we would visit, she would always have me stand in the doorway where the sun would strike my hair and she could see my long red banana curls (yes, I had banana curls).¬† I think¬†more than anything else seeing Grandma’s pride in me made me feel very special and¬†love the idea of being a red-head.¬† As I have grown older, I have¬†wanted to learn more about my Irish ancestry.¬† Think researching that will be my next item on my “bucket list” in retirement.

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Learning more about red-heads I discovered:

  • Red-heads¬†have influenced history out of proportion to their numbers.¬† Famous red-heads include King David, Helen of Troy, Queen Elizabeth I, Cleopatra, Napoleon Bonaparte, Antonio Vivaldi, Thomas Jefferson, Mark Twain, Winston Churchill – and of course Lucy (although she was a “fake” red-head).
  • Russian¬†tradition declares that red hair is both a sign that a person holds a fiery temper and craziness.¬†¬† A Russian Proverb warns ‚ÄúThere was never a saint with red hair.‚ÄĚ
  • Mark Twain said, “While the rest of the species is descended from apes, red-heads are descended from cats.”
  • We are¬†a big hit¬†in the wizarding world!

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  • We have the most beautiful Disney princess!

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Some “facts” I’m not sure are true, but they certainly are interesting.

  • Medieval Romanians believed red-heads turned into vampires when they died.
  • Hitler is reported to have wanted red-heads killed so that they could not produce “degenerate children”.
  • The witch-hunting manual from¬†medieval Europe,¬†Malleus Maleficarum, instructed that red hair and green eyes were marks of a witch.¬† (Thankfully my eyes are brown.)
  • And I found there is a study done in Hamburg, Germany and another in England that claimed women with red hair had sex more often.¬† (Not sure if that is a blessing or a curse.)

One question I used to be asked a lot was¬†“Is that your real color?”¬† No one asks that now – guess that’s because they assume that anyone my age who still has red hair must being using Miss Clairol.¬† However, some brave souls do ask me, “Is that the color your hair used to be?”

Well – I don’t use hair dye – I use a wig!¬† After 16 rounds of chemo when battling my breast cancer, I lost my hair.¬† When it grew back, it was still red but very, very thin.¬† After a couple of years of hoping I would regain the thick head of hair I first had, I gave up and popped on a wig.

Yes, my wig is the same color that my hair used to be.¬† Sometimes I think I should buy a grey wig since I’m well past the age of natural red hair.¬† But one thing my husband really loved about me when we got married was my red hair.¬† So – taking the teasing chant the little boy used to taunt me with, I have changed it from, ‘I’d rather be dead than red on the head” to “I will be red until I’m dead.”

Brunettes may be smarter, blondes may have more fun, but nothing beats the intrigue and fascination of being a red-head.

Thank you Grandma Tate Sechrest for my red hair!!!