They told us it would happen. In fact we were told four weeks ago to expect to see the beginning stages of it, in two weeks. So we’ve actually had a bit more time than expected. It was however, inevitable.
Arielle’s hair has started falling out, in earnest.
She cut it twice (in the past four weeks) trying to take some of the weight off. She begrudgingly stopped washing it everyday and using products on it. She also stopped blow dying it. All in the hopes that she might keep it just a little bit longer.
I have no idea what the emotional and mental impacts of losing your long, beautiful hair to chemo feels like. However when I was about 30, I suffered from Alopecia Areata. A weird condition where large clumps of your hair just fall out for no apparent reason! I had just one large (4-5 inches in diameter) round patch at the back of my head and down the nape of my neck. The feeling of helplessness was overwhelming. I cried and cursed and threw mini tantrums everyday for about two years, until it grew back. Lady luck was with me though, as I had only the one patch and didn’t lose my eyebrows and eyelashes as some people do! So although I have no idea what this is going to be like for Arielle I am able to empathize and feel her anger and pain.
Her sister (Sera) and I genuinely offered to shave our heads in solidarity… Being true to herself, as always, her response was; “No, Sera would not look good bald and you have always wanted to shave your head so it wouldn’t count.”
So there you have it, my secret is out. My dream look.