I was in the bathroom and as I stroked my long black curly locks, a huge amount of hair just fell on to my hand. My eyes widened. It had begun.
Even though, I had expected the hair loss, it took me by surprise. It is a hapless wait. You know its is going to happen –but you still hope that you are different or maybe the doctors were wrong. Or maybe, your hair (my hair) was chemo proof. But, alas no. I looked at the mirror and kept stroking my hair. As I did, more and more of it just fell out into my hands.
I didn’t cry at first. I just looked. This was it. This was the start.
I called out to Ian. I didn’t sound panicky I just said, “Ian”. He shouted back to leave him alone as he was busy doing his MBA homework. I shook my head and then I started crying. It wasn’t so much now about the hair, but the realisation that the “hair” thing... was MY thing.