HAIR LOSS AND CHEMO

When I had more hair

My initial negative thought, when I found out about needing chemo was, besides the million nasty side effects, that I would be bald. I get to feel bad AND look ugly. Baldness was not a good look because I just didn’t have the face shape for it. My high forehead desperately needed to be covered with bangs. Only I wouldn’t have them. The whole concept was difficult to imagine while my head still had hair.

Having hair is something that I took for granted. It kept my head from getting sunburned in the summer and from getting cold in the winter. A strand of hair was something to fiddle with when nervous. Destroying this feature was a drastic change and I hated change..

My hair was thick, straight, medium length and grew fast. Not liking the natural drab color with gray, periodically I had it colored with blond highlights. Hair was good to have.

Hair loss typically occurs between the first and second chemo treatment. The toxic drugs kill healthy, growing cells along with the cancer. Medical people dismiss the impact and say that it will grow back . But they aren’t the ones with their hair falling out. The condition being impermanent doesn’t make the process any easier or lessen the shock of losing  hair. Something that had been there forever is gone. It’s death at a cellular level. And it looks bald for MONTHS.

My hair loss began at two weeks from the first treatment. I dreaded the start of this but knew it was inevitable. One day clumps of hair came out when I passed a comb through it. The bare spots started at the top at the part, then spread gradually out all over. Eventually, long strands tentatively hung on, with large areas of baldness like Gollum from Lord of the Rings. The look was hideously corpse like and worse than being totally hairless.  

Shaving it was inevitable. I hated to give up the last remnants, but they were uncomfortable. The hair shed all over, my scalp hurt and itched. Finally, my hairdresser shaved it off. I covered my bare head with a cap. 

Now bald, unexpectedly the exposed skin felt cool. This sensation was weird, like wet hair that wasn’t there. When I shampooed my head, I still expected to touch hair and only had stubble. It dried almost instantly. My blow dryer and curling comb sat in the cabinet abandoned. 

The worst part of being in this state of appearance was that it screamed CANCER PATIENT and SICK It told the world what my state of health was, which I would rather people not know. It reminded me that life wasn’t normal right now. But I wasn’t motivated to get a wig. The summer heat was coming on and encasing my head in a hot wig sounded unappealing. Besides I had a hermit like existence due to the coronavirus anyway. Not that many people I knew were going to see me.

I was numb about the hair loss, in order to not think about it. The other side effects felt worse and were more difficult to deal with. Losing my appetite and feeling dead tired plunged me into a depression. I just accepted the condition, though being bald sucked. The actual event wasn’t as bad as the anticipation, though. 

I still am a little self-conscience and don’t want people to see my present state. I always put a cap on when going outside just to fetch the newspaper. I wear a hat in anyone’s physical presence or in teleconferences. Out of sight, I don’t even think about it. My image in the mirror looks like a stranger.

It’s just not about being bald, it’s the difficult process of toxic chemicals also taking well-being, energy, a sense of peace and joy. As I have now finished the chemo, the day awaits when the side effects wear off and my hair starts to grow again in a month or so. My body will heal from the poison and come out on the other side to recovery.