Bad Hair Day

I hear it all the time. (I heard it today.) 'I know people who would kill to have curls like yours!' Personally, I would have rather gotten a perm. Six months of chemotherapy was too high a price for something that could have been done in approximately an hour or two of my time. People are so insensitive and stupid. When I hear that, I want to say, "Yes, and I almost died for those curls!" But I am far too nice and know that ignorance is bliss. I smile and shake my hair. I am supposed to be grateful that I have these corkscrew curls that no flatiron can contain. That out of my grueling cancer treatments, I now never have to worry about getting a perm. I don't mean to sound self-righteous. It just pisses me off when people expect me to be ecstatic that we only talk about my hair instead of discussing that I'm cancer-free and getting better each day. I hate that no one acknowledges the hell that I went through to survive and the fact that I am alive. Apparently, curly hair is much more important.