So today, I donated almost 45cm of my hair.
Unfortunately, cancer has been a reoccuring factor in my life. I have lost many family members to this disease, and thankfully also have a few friends who managed to beat it.
Two weeks, my grandfather got diagnosed with asbestos cancer (something you can get up to 60 years after you got in contact with asbestos…), and there is not much they can do for him other than reduce the pain. He has remained positive and is currently planning a final holiday to go on with the family.
This reminded me of my grandmother, who eventually lost the battle against breast cancer. I remember that we went out one day. I was still very young, and I barely remember what we did, but I do remember one part very clearly. My grandmother mentioned that she was wearing a wig, and I looked at her dumbfounded and told her that I thought it was her own hair. After I’d said that, she smiled in a way that she hadn’t smiled much ever since she’d been diagnosed. Wearing a wig gave her a sense of normality.
And so, I made an appointment at the salon today. I was nervous, but I needed a haircut, and if I could make someone else happy with it at the same time, then it was worth every centimeter.
My beautiful brave little soldier, I’m proud of you lass