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So Long TravelAbrodge-Tristen-Hair

When I was 17 I donated 10 inches of hair to Locks of Love. I had always had long hair and knew I had plenty to donate, so, prompted by the suggestion of a friend that we do it together, I sent in my long locks to help a kid who had lost their hair to cancer treatments.

12 years later, I found myself thinking that I was going to lose my hair to cancer treatments. I went through a period when I was really convinced that it had spread beyond the tumor and the only solution would be chemical. I realize that not all chemo results in hair loss, but when you’re still in the questions part of being told you have cancer your mind can’t help but go there. It took me 2.5 years to get hair this long again, and it was all about to be for nothing. So I started wrapping my head around the idea of a hairless me, and for a while a pixie haircut me, and it actually didn’t take long to feel okay about it. It’s just hair, after all.

I didn’t have to go through chemo. The cancer was localized, removed with surgery, and no chemicals were necessary for my recovery process (with the exception of that fun week of oxycodone). But other people still did have to go through chemo. Millions of women around the world have had thoughts like I had, and actually had to go through with it. Suddenly my long hair didn’t seem so great anymore.

So I cut it off. My hair will grow back, fairly quickly, but those women may not have that option. So this time I sent it to Pantene’s Beautiful Lengths. They, partnered with the American Cancer Society, make real-hair wigs specifically for adult women who have lost their hair in their battle with cancer. I don’t know these women, but I feel like, in some way, they are my kindred, and I want to help them.

That’s not the only reason I cut my hair off. The last time I cut my hair was June 2014. Yes, you read that correctly. Two and a half years ago, the day before I left to travel the world, I cut my hair the shortest I’ve ever had it. It was for maintenance; shorter hair seemed easier to deal with on the road. As my travels continued so did my hair growth. Then when I came home, I was too distracted and uncaring to go for a very necessary trim. So I’ve been carrying around 2.5-years-worth of hair.

My TravelAbrodge hair. My cancer hair.

It’s time for a change. This last phase of my life was simultaneously the most incredible and most difficult so far. From achieving my life’s goal of long-term solo travel to being told I had cancer, my highest highs and lowest lows have happened in the past 2.5 years, while this hair was growing. And now it’s come to an end. So it’s time to move on, start over, and this is just one little way to begin again. Goodbye TravelAbrodge-Tristen-Hair. It’s been quite the journey.

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