I was simply not comfortable being seen as sick cancer girl.
I cried that day.
It was virtually as awful as day I was diagnosed with cancer. I didn’t cry day I was diagnosed. Possibly part of it was wrapped up in my loss vanity that we had for my hair. Now looking back on it, in my opinion it was a combination of all.
Of course like so loads of us, I’ll in no circumstances leave behind, the absolute utter devastation I felt when those first few strands of hair dropped out. Known maybe part of it was how they viewed my cancer as aweakness that some will exploit.
While losing my core real physical identity, shattered my reality, mething about losing my hair.
I curled it, colored it, primped it, fluffed it.
I admired my hair. For example, despite the fact that I’ve always written onthisduring treatment, it’s so crucial that here I am talking about it,. It was a crucial part to my real physical identity. My hair was a great part of my identity before I was diagnosed with non Hodgkin’s lymphoma in February we have, for good amount of years of my existence, usually been a woman that cared a good bit about my hair. On p of this, it’s big to see that others have experienced what they have gone and am currently going through. Essentially, thank you a lot for sharing. Notice, 2 years post bone marrow transplant, and my hair is still quite short, think and has bald spots. Think for a moment. Did you know that the journey to self acceptance in the ‘posttreatment’ body is complex.
My doctors ld me they not sure if the bald spots will ever go away because of many chemo therapy. Kudos to you for writing this article. While losing that piece of yourself may be devastating, hair is usually this particular core identity marker and for survivors like me. Fact, it’s something that for so a lot of us turned out to be an uphill battle of ‘self acceptance’. However, it’sokay to feel that way. Insecurities of weight and natural appearance are probably always a massive issue for youthful adults that impact people’s lives in confident and health threatening ways. Cancer survivors have probably been not exempt from these insecurities. Thus rather frequently we’re ld the just be grateful to be alive! Telling survivors that they must merely be thankful for bigger picture, completely negates lower stark reality self esteem problems that will strike the most confident of us after a battle of cancer. So if our treatment has made them worse or created insecurities that in no circumstances, until now, therefore this needs to be addressed.
Each single day, To be honest I am grateful.
Although it improves with every inch of hair regrowth, my selfesteem after cancer, was horrible after watching my body drastically revisal in this rather short time.
I see I am not alone in this. Yes, To be honest I am grateful to be alive. With that said, it humbled me to see others with worse cancers than mine and reminded me of how lucky I am. When my hair was a stubby GI Jane cut, is all about when I began meeting another cancer survivors. Thankfully, I’m almost sure I started offobsessing over when my hair should grow back, when I hit remission. In the bigger picture, it’s just hair. Mental health may be so connected to problems of private appearance that it’s insane to not address how this impacts cancer survivors, specifically green adults, that have simply experienced sudden and drastic improvements to their body that they can be struggling to accept.
Bald is usually beautiful,with no doubt it’s.
So that’s a real mourning process, one that I am just now decisively be capable to accept over a year later as my hair has reached a length I am eventually comfortable with.
To be honest I was alive, after all. That voice needs to be in conversation planning to get a long time until it’s that long once more. I oftentimes felt stupid for lamenting my hair so constantly.
I used to simply sit and stare at pictures of my hair before they lost it, when my hair was growing back.
That it isokayto not feel beautiful while bald.
Let me ask you something. What really is hair in survival bigger picture? In any event, for a few of us, we under no circumstances felt beautiful as bald. Even on the weeks they felt like hell in a hand basket traveling down a stream of chemical misery, Know what guys, I would put that wig on. Anyways, each time I left the house, To be honest I would wear that wig. It was treatment one aspect I could control to at least look as normal as we wanted to feel. 75 of time they wore my wigs to my chemo sessions at the clinic and perhaps I’d get them off during infusions but they’d oftentimes go back on for selfies or when we should have guests. Despite how uncomfortable and miserable those wigs were, I’m quite sure I would wear them practically on a regular basis.