Archive of a Breast Cancer Survivor
01.21.05
THX 1128
Second Round of chemo and my hair promptly began to fall out. This morning
I woke to many strands of hair on my pillow. I attempted to count each one,
children from my head, but that became a decorative process more than constructive.
I refused to take a shower this morning in fear of what I would find caught
in the mouth of the shower. Tonight Darren shaved my head, my scalp fixed tenderly
with his fingertips as he moved the clippers back to front. I held myself in
the act, and I felt so small, so inside myself. I felt lost.