Cancer is craptastic. It shows up uninvited, wrecks your plans, and leaves you wondering, 'Why me?' But here I was wading through it anyway. I was diagnosed with breast cancer at the age of 41, while managing life with my wonderful husband and four children at home. I was in the midst of a busy schedule when the rug was pulled out from under me. I went from driving my kids to their activities to being driven myself to surgery, chemotherapy, and radiation appointments. There were days when I wanted to stay in bed and pull the covers over my head, but hiding away wouldn't change my diagnosis. Some days, I struggled with a bad attitude and felt isolated—not because I lacked support, but because I couldn't fully articulate my feelings. I realized that, ultimately, I was the only one who could wade through the “crap”. To pull myself together, I kept a favorite quote in mind: “Being negative only makes a difficult journey more difficult. You may have been given a cactus, but ...
When my hair started falling out, I decided to shave it all off. I knew I couldn't handle seeing hair in my hands every morning. When the hair loss started, I had my kids all help shave it off with the clippers. The first few nights, it was hard to sleep with the short hair because it scraped on the pillow and was not soft to the touch. I asked my husband to use his razor and shave my head completely smooth. With some shaving cream and a razor, my head was completely hair-free. That made all the difference in the world! So much more comfortable! My tip to you: shave it ALL off, rock the bald look, and sleep like a baby!
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