Every Step of the Way: A Nurse's Cancer Diary - Entry 12
Nancy Cohen, BSN, RN, has graciously shared her personal journal, in which she writes about doing battle with cancer for the second time in her life. This is the 12th installment of a weekly blog that will enable readers to join her on the journey.
Entry 12: Hair Loss as a Family Event
December 3, 2011
My sister-in-law, a very compassionate and caring woman, and also a hairdresser, has taken pity on me once again and agreed to shave my head today. My mother-in-law; Tim’s sister, Peg; his brother, Jim; and my mother showed their support and rallied around me to help cheer me up through this excruciating process.
I would lose my hair in the den. I’d warned my son about what he could expect and what mom would go through with cancer. It was hard for him to swallow, and he was kept outside of the room so I could have some privacy.
First the scissors, the shiny, sharp, silver scissors, which shortened the length, thereby making the clippers more efficient. After about 20 long, torturous minutes, the deed was done. I’d been buzzed.
I ran for the mirror to see what G.I. Jane looked like, again. But I knew very well that this wouldn’t be the end of the hair fallout. There was more to come until I was bald as a newborn, with only a few strands of peach-fuzz remaining. I collected hats, wigs and bandannas to disguise my very bare head but each and every head-covering was a rude reminder of my status as “cancer patient."
Tim told me he had to vacuum an enormous amount of hair behind the bed. He seemed very upset by this.
Click here to read Entry 11: The Dog Wins.