My husband has lost all of his hair to chemo. He used to have hair on his head and a goatee and mustache. He used to have eyebrows and eyelashes. He used to have a hairy chest. He used to have a good amount of body hair pretty much where ever a man is supposed to have it. It's all gone now. The chemo started out slow, but then it all fell out.
But there's this one hair on his upper lip. ONE hair. I joke with him about this one hair. When I kiss him, it pokes me in the lip. If I touch his lip, I can feel it. When he's in the sun, I can see it glistening. It's just so funny to see this one solitary hair. But in a way, it's really unbelievable too. This one hair is hanging on and one and on. Maybe this one little mustache hair is showing the others where to colonize when the time comes. Maybe this one hair is just that much stronger than the rest and it refused to let go when other hairs gave up. Maybe this one hair is there to make my husband feel a little less like a naked mole rat. I don't know.
He actually shaved it off this morning because he thought it was looking weird to have this one hair sticking out. I feel pretty sure it will grow in again, and maybe with the last chemo last week, it will bring friends.
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