And I did do something that, for me, was sort of crazy a few weeks ago. It stems back to when I found out that my cancer was only Stage 1A and didn't require further treatment. One of my first thoughts after crying for joy was "I want purple hair". It took me a few months to get up the nerve, but finally I did go in about 4 weeks ago and asked my hairdresser to give me a few purple streaks. It ended up being more pink than purple, but it goes with more of my clothes, so that worked out okay. I've received so many positive comments, and so many odd stares, and even some looks of apparent disapproval. But I don't care, I know why I did it, for me it was/is a celebration of life, spring, Easter and sheer joy for being alive. My hairdresser said it would wash out in 2 weeks, but I'm going into my 5th week and it's still there. Whoo hoo!!
When you don't like a thing, change it.
If you can't change it, change the way you think about it.

(Maya Angelou)