I have a friend in her mid to late thirties who has stage 3 breast cancer.
The doctor she had presented her lump to almost two years ago told her she was fine and it was all in her head.
Told her she had PTSD and anxiety. Two years for the cancer to grow and spread, and now after fighting for all that time is finally receiving treatment.
Round after round of chemo and years of tamoxifen in order to keep her cancer free. If she survives.
Shes an amazing, beautiful woman that I carry so much respect for, and I will never be able to convey it in any way that makes any level of sense.
Anyways she posted yesterday on social media a statement about all of these people talking about hair. Which hairstyle? What colour? Etc. Obviously, shes going through chemo, had no hair to speak of and its stung her a bit (a lot)
And I started to reply, but my statement may not be appropriate for the thread, bit i still want to get it out.
So here goes.
“It is just hair. It comes and goes, and we tend as women and men to be told that our hair in part, defines us. Our looks, our jobs our clothing are the definition of who we are.
But when life strips us of these things we’re still there. Naked and raw.
Sometimes life is gentle about it, and sometimes she’s ruthless, but eventually we stand there, naked, among our peers but most importantly, in front of ourselves to see ourselves in full.. to observe what we truly value, and who we really are.
How we proceed in those days is what defines us.”
And she has done an incredible job of being. In all of these harsh moments, fear or not, she has stepped up and confronted what it is to be human every day.
All I can say is, shes remarkable.