When it comes to chemo therapy I've heard many times that "it's not about the hair". But on cycle one, day 19 at 8:45 pm it was about the hair. For a minute any way. It wasn't in a vain way. Sort of 'in your face' way. A 'cancer in your face' moment. It feels like an affront. Something else being stolen.
I'm typing this in bed (it's 7:00 am and Terence is sleeping next to me)- his hair is still on my pajamas and there's hair on my key pad. But it isn't about the hair. It's about the strength it takes to face cancer every day. Day in, day out; even when it continues to take, take, take. You just say, "God's grace is sufficient for me"... and you shave your head.