Losing Hair because of Illness Should be a Symbol of Awareness

The hair is dead, but I am alive.

I have scars from the battle I have faced. My body no longer resembles its former diagnosis, but I hope to inspire and help others reinvent themselves beyond cancer by sharing my images as a bald woman. Even if it isn't easy, it's important to love oneself. Don't allow cancer to take your symbol of awareness.

My scalp hurt at first. Then the few specs of hair left behind after shaving began to fall out and stick to my hands. I couldn't imagine it coming out in clumps.

The thought of losing a part of my identity was saddening, but my hair was no longer a necessity. You find yourself taking control of your life and mentally preparing for the changes that cancer brings. It took me a few weeks to really build-up to the moment, and when it came to putting a razor to my long auburn locks, an unexplainable wave of emotions hit. It was not what I imagined.

For weeks my dreams were consumed with salons and scissors. You have to learn to love the reflection you see in the mirror and mentally prepare for hair loss.

I went to a salon for the first time in nine years. I envisioned hair swept away on the shiny tile beneath my feet. As I sat in front of a small mirror in the swirling chair with a cape draped around the front of me, I wondered how the next year would be with a changed identity. The hairdresser carefully braided my hair into multiple sections with a rubber band as high as she could go and effortlessly cut each braid off. My hair went neatly into the bag donated to a nonprofit organization that makes wigs for kids with cancer. It was a surreal moment, recklessly taking a razor to my head was by far the most liberating thing I've done. I am in control and not allowing cancer to humiliate me.

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