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5 October 2007
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Somehow... I focussed on losing my long hair as a symptom of all that was going wrong in my life when diagnosed with ovarian cancer. So... on Day 2 of "the journey" I had it all cut off.
Everyone loved the new look (but you end up thinking.... "they're just being nice")
Then the chemotherapy started... and the day when the remaining hair started falling out.... by the handfuls.... and I took myself off to a hairdresser and demanded a "Number two" please!
Subsequently I learned that it wasn't the brightest idea in the book to do that:
~ because I never lost ALL my hair... (partly due to having to be taken off taxol) and had I gone for a "monk's trim".... there would have been some wispy bits to show along the face line from all the time when I wore hats and scarves.
The other thing I think (in retrospect) was not a great idea... to expend ALL of the government funding on ONE wig. I always felt self~consious in it anyway..... and most of the time I wore gorgeous scarves/turbans and hats...... as they were more comfortable... but I'd had to pay for them myself. I bought a cheap fun wig off trade~me and was just as comfortable wearing that.... at the end of the day... as I was in the expensive little number that was supposed to look like the real McCoy.... but never did (in my opinion!)
Within three months of the whole debacle of chemotherapy I was wearing my newly growing hair with "pride".... or a "devil may care attitude", and the expensive wig languishes in the drawer.... unloved.
It's going to be a personal journey.....
~ but in the great battle of the cancer.... my hair ended up NOT being the symbol I first thought it would be!
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