I remember many years ago, standing in front of the mirror and inspecting my hair. Was that a bald spot? Was I losing my hair? As a woman, our hair is an accessory that we care deeply about. I couldn’t fathom a world where I would lose my hair. Surely it would be the end of the world.
But it wasn’t.
After my first chemo sessions, I scheduled a call with my hair dresser and asked her to shave my head. There are so few things you can control when you’re in cancer, and how I lost my hair was within my control. I didn’t want to be standing in the shower washing my hair and finding clumps between my finger. So I shaved my hair. I was doing fine through the process until I looked over at my daughter and another hair dresser, and saw they were crying, and we all lost it at that point.
We cried. And in that moment, I knew I wasn’t alone in this battle.
I’ve been taking photos since my last chemo to remind myself where I was vs. where I am now. My last chemo was October 4, 2023.
