Hair Loss
Hair Loss
So, everybody knows that hair loss is a possibility when undergoing cancer treatment. Besides nausea, it’s probably one of the foremost side effects. And everyone probably prepares for this eventuality by doing what I did. Telling themselves that it’s only hair and it will grow back. But here’s what really happens. You now have physical proof that something bad is happening here. That your body and mind is battling something so fierce that it has to give up something in order to complete its task. That your cancer is real.
Before, you could perform your daily tasks to a certain extent and block out the why. When clumpfuls of hair start coming out in your hands, the cancer becomes a physical reality. It’s now not just an invisible diagnosis, it’s presence is now physically known. And therein lies the rub. Your hair now becomes extremely important to you if only it would stay put! So, you hold this hair in your hands and stare at it for an eternity. Then, just to make sure you’re not imagining this or that it’s not some freakish nightmare, you run your hands through your hair again and see more clumps fall out. So it’s proven. Your cancer is real and now you can’t deny it.
This is what happened to me last Sunday. I may forget the day my cancer was diagnosed. I’ll never forget the day my hair started falling out.
So, I did cry when I thought I wouldn’t. Silly right? Silly no. But don’t forget. Grieve for the loss of your hair. Bemoan the fact that you have cancer. Curse the fact that it’s not fair. But one thing you must, must do is get back on that rickety old nag and ride it to the end because as I see it....after all I’ve been through, my d*** hair is not going to break me.
I’ve already called my hairdresser and she’s going to give me a buzz cut tomorrow. No sense waiting for the inevitable. I’m taking control once again and will determine what happens here dammit. So the hair will come off when I decide and I won’t be reminded daily when clumps come out in my hands. I will wear my beanie or I won’t wear my beanie. Now, it’s one less thing to worry about. I will save money on shampoo and conditioner and I won’t have remnants of hair on my clothes, on my pillow, in my food nor everywhere on my floor. I am shutting that door with a bang.
So to everyone who is going through this. You’re not alone when you mourn the loss of your hair. What’s important is that you don’t dwell on the fact and you make a conscious decision to continue forward, one foot in front of the other and kick this beast to the curb!
TïGž
Before, you could perform your daily tasks to a certain extent and block out the why. When clumpfuls of hair start coming out in your hands, the cancer becomes a physical reality. It’s now not just an invisible diagnosis, it’s presence is now physically known. And therein lies the rub. Your hair now becomes extremely important to you if only it would stay put! So, you hold this hair in your hands and stare at it for an eternity. Then, just to make sure you’re not imagining this or that it’s not some freakish nightmare, you run your hands through your hair again and see more clumps fall out. So it’s proven. Your cancer is real and now you can’t deny it.
This is what happened to me last Sunday. I may forget the day my cancer was diagnosed. I’ll never forget the day my hair started falling out.
So, I did cry when I thought I wouldn’t. Silly right? Silly no. But don’t forget. Grieve for the loss of your hair. Bemoan the fact that you have cancer. Curse the fact that it’s not fair. But one thing you must, must do is get back on that rickety old nag and ride it to the end because as I see it....after all I’ve been through, my d*** hair is not going to break me.
I’ve already called my hairdresser and she’s going to give me a buzz cut tomorrow. No sense waiting for the inevitable. I’m taking control once again and will determine what happens here dammit. So the hair will come off when I decide and I won’t be reminded daily when clumps come out in my hands. I will wear my beanie or I won’t wear my beanie. Now, it’s one less thing to worry about. I will save money on shampoo and conditioner and I won’t have remnants of hair on my clothes, on my pillow, in my food nor everywhere on my floor. I am shutting that door with a bang.
So to everyone who is going through this. You’re not alone when you mourn the loss of your hair. What’s important is that you don’t dwell on the fact and you make a conscious decision to continue forward, one foot in front of the other and kick this beast to the curb!
TïGž
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