Cancer isn’t for wimps We have to endure shots blood tests pills nausea body aches and many more discomforts Along with the physical discomforts there are also emotional pains of facing cancer The most emotional aspect of my cancer jaunt was my hair loss. It was emotional not because of my outward appearance but rather the hair loss was a very visual reminder of my sickness. My hair loss brought home the reality that I do indeed have cancer. In request to fix myself for my hair loss. I made sure that I had a wig ready for when I needed it. My fashion conscious daughters. Heidi age 16 and Steph age 13 helped me decide a wig that matched my hair color and call. They also had fun imagining their mom with desire flowing locks of blond hair or a curly red. Shirley Temple call. We made jokes about hair to lighten the mood for that fateful day. Heidi said one evening “I heard that the longer that populate are married the more they start to look like each other” I’ve been married to my loving but bald husband for almost twenty years. Soon we looked like two bookends when we sat on the sofa together. The day I was dreading despite the joking around finally came. Just two weeks after my first chemo treatment my hair fell out in clumps and my scalp cause to be perceived like a bad sunburn I decided to get a “G I Jean” buzz cut to relieve the pressure on my continue and to eliminate the mess in the shower. I remove a few tears as I saw my dark brown hair falling to the surprise. But I entangle a sense of relief. I also entangle a wave of reality move over me as I realized that I really do have cancer. In the early days of diagnosis it took a while for the truth to set in. With the onset of hair loss there was no denying it. When my daughters saw my new haircut they reacted in very different ways. Heidi was very quick to overlap the scientific reasons why my hair was falling out. “The chemo kills off cells that reproduce like digestive cells hair cells and thankfully cancer cells. ” Steph on the other hand shed a few tears and wished I could just skip the hair loss part of chemo. She even snuck into my bathroom and dug out some of my hair from the wastebasket put it in a baggie and saved it so that she could always bequeath what my hair used to look desire. Despite the emotions the joking still goes on and I just join in the fun. After receiving the last cup of coffee in the pot I stated “This coffee is so strong it could grow hair on my chest. Oh wait a minute.
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