Hair Today Gone Tomorrow

Spirit wanted me to begin writing again today. So here goes.

It has been six weeks since my horrific experience with chemotherapy. I was feeling pretty good health wise, all things considered. I was very optimistic about my plans to work with a naturopath. I was even happier that I still had my hair!

I had prepared myself for losing my hair the best that I could. My hairdresser gave me a new short hairstyle. My friend Ann dropped by the house with a bag full of hats and scarves. She took the time to show me how to tie the scarf on my head, for which I was grateful.

But, here I was! Six weeks in and still with all my hair. Woo hoo! I was feeling confident that I would soon be returning all of Ann’s scarves.

One day, I was sitting in my naturopath’s waiting room, absentmindedly thumbing through magazines. I looked up and smiled hello at this pretty lady that just walked in and sat down across from me. She seemed a bit withdrawn so I let her be and did not engage her in conversation. I get it. Recovering from a serious illness is as much an inward journey as it is an external one.

She had a large attractive over sized bag that she placed on the floor beside her. Other than admiring her bag I didn’t pay much attention until I looked up to see her casually picking up a handful of hair off her clothes and dropping them in to the bag.

Like many of you, my mom taught me not to stare. But I just couldn’t help myself! She was just so nonchalant about it all. Every few minutes she would pick off another handful of hair and drop it in the bag. I was just fascinated!

I was so impressed with her attitude. She seemed to take it all in stride. She wasn’t embarrassed. She didn’t seem to care what anyone thought. And, okay I admit it, I was secretly grateful that I was not going through what she was. I still had my hair.

All that changed the very next day. Maybe I jinxed myself! I woke up the following morning with hair all over my pillow. I tried to convince myself that my hair follicles were just weak from the chemotherapy and only some of my hair was falling out due to a restless night.

That lasted about as long as it took to have a shower. Within minutes I was standing in water up to my ankles. I looked down and saw all this hair, my hair, plugging the shower drain!

I was in shock. The tears welled up in my eyes. No! No! No! I was in the clear. It has been six weeks. I was supposed to be in the clear.

I walked into the kitchen, crying to my mom. After a few minutes of enjoying my own personal pity party, I sat up straight and wiped my tears away.

I began to think about the wonderful gift that Spirit had given me just the day before. That’s right. The woman in the waiting room with the over sized bag. I thought about how she took it all in stride. How prepared she was. How she didn’t give a fig what anyone else might thinking. She quite simply inspired me.

I thank God for the gift of this stranger. Although I never saw her again, she stayed with me through the loss of all my hair. She gave me strength.

And I did lose all of my hair. Surprisingly, most of my eyebrows and eyelashes remained intact. But, other than that, in just a few short days I was soon as naked as the day I was born. Everywhere.

But, I survived. I learned how to tie scarves so that they stayed on my smooth as silk bald head. I even went out in public. And I was okay. I survived thanks to the gift of a stranger.

It was exciting when my hair began growing back in. It was so soft. Soft as a baby seal. It is a wonder my new hair didn’t fall out with all the people that wanted to rub their hands on my head. Even my naturopath would rub his hands on my head!

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I can honestly say that I don’t believe I would have managed my hair loss as well as I did without this latest Earth Angel that crossed my path. One just never knows where or when Spirit will drop a small miracle in to our lives. Or, maybe more importantly, when we will be that small miracle for someone else.

As a side note, I was not consciously aware of this gift I had been given until I started writing this blog post about hair loss. It humbled me. And I am grateful for Spirit’s impeccable timing as always.

God bless.

About the author

Nina Andersen

The Inconvenient Messenger

I was diagnosed with stage three breast cancer in 2014. I turned away from conventional medical treatment and chose instead to treat myself successfully with natural, holistic, traditional medicine.

I believe that,
we can let cancer fill us with fear,
we can fight against cancer with all that we have,
or we can embrace cancer for
the inconvenient messenger that it is.
The choice is ours.

I invite you to join me on my cancer journey as I share my experiences and the powerful messages I have received along the way about life and living.

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