When I was first diagnosed with breast cancer 17 years ago my oldest daughter bought me a small porcelain doll – a little clown. All through my treatment the little doll sat on my desk at work smiling at me and encouraging me that I was going to make it through this tough time.
As I lost my hair during the treatment and it began to come back in grey I really liked that underneath that hat my buddy had grey hair too.
Although my hair did come back – it never came back thick as it had been before the treatment. In fact, it is so thin that I have continued to wear a wig because I am almost bald.
At first the idea of having little hair was depressing, but I decided to not dwell on the negative, but find the positive.
Wearing a wig meant no bad hair day. Think of the hours I save not sitting in a beauty shop. Financially I was also ahead of the game. Granted wigs are not cheap – but they are still a better deal than all the money spent on hair cuts.
As I adjusted to the “almost bald” head, one day I accidentally bumped the doll and it fell on its side. As it did so, the hat came off and I found that my cancer buddy had also gone bald.
Just like me she had a small amount of hair toward the back of her head but basically she was bald. Laughing, I discovered the hair had come off in her hat.
Now that I am retired, the doll sits on the desk in my home office. I keep her hat on so she won’t be embarrassed by her bald head. But every and now then I take it off and have a good laugh.