I have a friend at my job who is going through chemo. She just had her second of 4 treatments, which she has every 3 weeks. She knew her hair would fall out, and, having been there myself, we were talking about how traumatic that was. Having cancer is one thing, but we both agreed you go into battle mode, trust your docs, and do everything you can to get the invader out of your body.
Hair falling out is something entirely different. It's physical, visual evidence of what's going on with you....and something you can't control.
So, to have some control, I chose to have my hairdresser buzz cut me the instant I started seeing clumps of hair in my hand. The moment it was buzzed, and the first look in the mirror was traumatic, but I could live with it because it was something I had done to regain control.
My friend felt the same way, and decided to get hers buzzed the other night, as she was tired of waking up with clumps of hair on her pillow.
Here's the selfless part: Her 17 year old son walked in that night with a bald head. You've got to understand....he's 17 and in a rock band and his hair had been long and silky, down to his waist - his pride and joy.....and he did this for his mom. I can't get over this - what a sweet, wonderful, sensitive son. He donated the hair, which was also wonderful, but the act of love, in solidarity with his mom, has left me speechless.
Hair falling out is something entirely different. It's physical, visual evidence of what's going on with you....and something you can't control.
So, to have some control, I chose to have my hairdresser buzz cut me the instant I started seeing clumps of hair in my hand. The moment it was buzzed, and the first look in the mirror was traumatic, but I could live with it because it was something I had done to regain control.
My friend felt the same way, and decided to get hers buzzed the other night, as she was tired of waking up with clumps of hair on her pillow.
Here's the selfless part: Her 17 year old son walked in that night with a bald head. You've got to understand....he's 17 and in a rock band and his hair had been long and silky, down to his waist - his pride and joy.....and he did this for his mom. I can't get over this - what a sweet, wonderful, sensitive son. He donated the hair, which was also wonderful, but the act of love, in solidarity with his mom, has left me speechless.