Hair
It’s a running joke in my family. My nickname is Hair.
Because it is thick and unruly. Coarse with a wave. Not fine like the rest of my family’s. It is similar to my father’s, but then reminiscent of my maternal grandfather’s and those great-aunts on that side.
But I have been given this name since I was a child. And I have always loved my hair, crinkle and all. I’ve learned how to make it work for me.
Shaving the Hair for chemotherapy is no joke.
I had to elect to shave it off for this treatment. HSCT which will change my life. And my was it an emotional experience. I have never had my hair this short. Because of the chemotherapy that depletes my immune system, I will lose hair. It will be potentially traumatic to see it come out in clumps. I have had enough trauma and I would rather evade that if possible.
Sitting there having my existing locks shaved off was not ideal. But to be supportive and a team player, I did what I had to and sat there stone-faced as the locks just fell to the ground.
But we did it, however emotional this experience was, I know I can do it now.
Onward and upward
Thanks to Daniel for doing the shaving. My original helper Rayanne was preocuppied.
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