Archive of a Breast Cancer Survivor
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.