My hair is falling out.
I knew it would, but knowing it didn't make it any easier when it started happening. It was two weeks to the day of treatment when I noticed the shedding, right on schedule. I had decided to try the scalp cooling despite the extended chair time, despite the ridiculous cost... because it was important to me not to be "marked" as a sick person. Not to look and feel sick. Not to have strangers know about a fight I was intimately experiencing or being the subject of sympathy. And even though I knew thinning was likely to happen, when it actually did I was almost terrified by how much.
Today was one of those days that I was feeling particularly sensitive about it. My husband cracked a harmless joke and I found myself crying during dinner. Our daughter came over to comfort me and said, "It's okay, Mommy. Some people don't have hair. Some people have hair, and those that don't are really cool."
Sometimes you just need a four-year-old's perspective.
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