True confession time here. For the love of Dog, please do not quote this!
I grew six inches the summer I was twelve. I also started my period and I began experiencing heart arrhythmias (Is that redundant?) that took years to get sorted out. Finally, I sprouted a very small patch of gray hair on the side of my head. It was a rough time.
Oddly, the patch never expanded and over the years very little additional gray hair appeared on my noggin, even as my younger sister turned completely gray (Heh-heh-heh, bad teenage me thinks, but the truth is, she has four boys, lol.). Eventually, I grew one gray eyelash, three gray eyebrow hairs (I don't have enough left to even consider plucking them), and a whole bunch more in another place, not typically visible in public, ahem. Almost completely gray. AHEM! (No quoting, remember?)
In my mid-forties, I was worried that the gray elsewhere would eventually win, so I grew my hair out twice to donate it to Locks of Love before I got past the 10% gray cutoff, and to save $$ on haircuts.
Somehow, during the pandemic, it has become clear that at age 63, I am beginning to lose the battle. I'm still below 10% (okay, maybe 15%), but it's becoming more obvious now. So my vacuous question is, will people think I've been dying my hair all along? If so, will I even care?
Related: DH is three years younger than me. He doesn't have a lot of hair left and what remains is all gray. Nobody ever guesses that I'm a cougar ;-)
Have I been superficial enough for one day? Yes, I believe so.
Oh, and I had cancer when I was 21-22 (no chemo, so that's not the answer). What I had was rare, with a "propensity to recur", which it thankfully never did. I'm just so damn glad to be alive, healthy and still have hair. Even it it all goes to gray.