This time last year I was struggling with losing my hair due to chemo treatments. The hair I missed the most was the hair in my nose. It is amazing how much that hair assists you in your day to day life and on top of that losing that hair meant the loose nose hairs getting stuck in all sorts of unfortunate places in my sinus cavities and down my throat.

This year I have a new hair trouble. You see, my hair is now long enough to poke me in the eye. Okay so now that I’ve told you the problem, let me share with you a story . . .

Sunday evening our family attended the end of the year celebration for Upwards Basketball. Three of our boys had played Upwards this season and we wanted to celebrate their growth through the season with their teammates and coaches at the celebration. The boys sat with their teams while Andy and I found seats in the balcony of the auditorium. The teams were all announced, cheerleaders did routines, there were several videos documenting the season and what kids liked best and the pastor of the church who runs the program spoke.

It was towards the end of the senior pastor’s time to share that I suddenly began to tear up. Was it emotion of the end of a season? Was I overwhelmed at being able to attend the celebration this year when I couldn’t last year? Was it hard to think that the boys were getting older? Was what the senior pastor was saying really speak to me? Was I missing my old position as a children’s director running these types of events? Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope.

A little bit of tearing up became tears running down my face.

Andy noticed and asked what was up. I told him I thought I had an eyelash in my eye. This isn’t an unusual thing to have happen to anyone and especially not me right now because as eyelashes grow back in, they point in all sorts of weird directions and often get into your eyes until they are grown out to “full length.” I started rubbing my eye from the outside towards the middle in hopes of being able to “cry out” the offending eyelash.

It didn’t work. If anything, that was making it worse.

Then suddenly, Andy swiped across my forehead. Once, twice, three times.

Voila! The pain subsided and my eyes quit watering.

It wasn’t an eyelash in my eye. It was one of my bangs!

For those of you who haven’t seen me recently. My hair has gotten quite long for how long it has been growing and is really curly. I mean I’ve always had some wave to my hair but it is now way more than waves. The picture below doesn’t show it well but it is the best one I have right now.

I’ve been pinning my bangs back with pins and/or a headband every day for a while now because I prefer how that looks, but apparently now it is a necessity unless I want to be poked in the eye by an offending stray piece of hair.

Everyone is always asking about my hair. It’s been a theme since the beginning of this journey so there you are, a new hair update. Instead of tickling my throat like last year, my hair is now poking me in the eye.