In both my cancer battles at 24 and at 43 years old, I have had different things happen to my body. My hair even came out differently. Remembering that every chemo is different and every person has their own medicine to treat that body part. That's why there are so many different experiences. Also we all cope differently. Lots of very awful things happen and it is very hard to hold onto saying good bye to normal day things. For me it was absolutely devastating to loose my breasts, but I can hide that, most whom do not know me never picked it. But loosing my hair was very traumatic, eyelashes and eyebrows it gets a little hard to hide. In my blogs I have shared some great tips for covering up these losses.
Hair in my first Cancer battle, I lost half my hair so I was still able to wear pony tales and up do's. at 43 years old I became totally bald.
A secret that I have kept to myself for a long time is, my children were in year 10 and year 12 doing exams and formals. My middle son, was coming home from his year 10 formal with some friends that were sleeping at my house. Two friends were in a massive fight, so as you do my son offered to help stop the fight with his two friends that he was walking with. One of those boys and I am tempted to write his name here as he nearly killed my son, he hindered my recovery. He stabbed my son 3 times, he is from a wealthy and well known family of the Central Coast. Tom this boy was charged guilty and spent time in Somersby Juvenile Justice 9 months sentence. This was after my first Chemo, the stress of seeing my son at 3 am lying on a metal slab with oxygen, blood pouring from his chest, his head and his face, was more than I could bear I absolutely thought I would have a heart attack. 1 mm from his lungs he could have been killed by this idiot ICE dealing looser........Oh that is not all his mother tried to get him off so her rich friends did not find out. Well know school physco.
Due to this terrifying moment, my hair fell out much quicker than it was supposed too. So life is supposed to be calm, not see your kids nearly dead when you already are fighting for your life.
As every mother knows, I would give my life to save my children as we all would. My hair all of a sudden and fighting for my life seemed unimportant. Thank goodness my son was ok. Every day I am gratful.... When I think of that night I could WEEP....