Tuesday, August 11, 2015

A Bad Hair Day Is Always Better Than a Bad Cancer Day

I'm not known as an impulsive person. I've been known to analyze and over-analyze things to infinity and beyond before making a decision. I rarely ever just "go with the flow". I like to know the lay of the land and what my options are before I commit to anything. I need to know that I can stay the course once I choose it. It makes me more than a little persnickety.
 
Some time ago, I was stunned when one of my cancer advocate friends found out that, not only had her cancer spread, it had gone big time into several organs. This beautiful, kind, sweet, talented, funny, and very smart lady was facing a battle that seemed overwhelming in its brutality. She was willing to go through procedures that would give the rest of us nightmares, just to have the chance to live longer.

It's been a hard road for her over the last couple of months. As painful as it is for me to witness, it's that much harder for her to endure. But she keeps looking for the beautiful in life, and because she does, she's been a great inspiration for me. I just wish that I could take away the pain and suffering she's experienced, the terror that chases her through the long, sleepless nights, the sorrow that fills her heart with tears.

When I found out that chemotherapy was robbing her of her beautiful long hair, I wanted to do something that would show her how much I support her through this grueling process. How could I show her that I care in a way that would be positive in a world filled with too many negatives?

I set my sights on donating my hair to a wig program. I checked out my options and finally decided on the Pantene Beautiful Lengths program. There were rules -- no dyed hair was allowed. And there couldn't be too many gray hairs because they don't absorb dye well when the wig is crafted. I had to have at least eight inches of hair to send in. I learned that it takes eight ponytails to make one wig. That means that seven other people have to donate their hair before a woman in need gets a human hair wig. Pantene Beautiful Lengths wig donation program

Why the Pantene Beautiful Lengths program? They have partnered with the American Cancer Society to provide free wigs to women over 18 who are in cancer treatment and can't afford to purchase one. Anyone who's been around cancer survivors knows how quickly the bills add up when treatment starts. Cancer often not only robs you of your chance to continue working during treatment, it takes what's left of your savings. The American Cancer Society has good information on local and national resource and support services available on its website, and that's where you'll find more on the free wig program.

I decided I could handle giving up my hair in a dear friend's honor. But what would I do when it was gone? I tried to picture myself with short hair. Would I wind up looking like Ringo Starr or Jamie Lee Curtis? I spent a couple of hours trying to imagine how it all would end. I found photos of celebrities with hair styles I liked, in hopes I would somehow develop a glamorous persona during this process. But time and time again, I kept coming back to the fact that my friend was losing her hair because of cancer. She was going bald because of her (hopefully) lifesaving treatment. That trumps everything. A bad hair day for me is always better than a bad cancer day for my friend.

I took the plunge. I found a Super Cuts in a busy location, thinking that I was more likely to get a hair stylist with experience. Sure enough, Jennifer had cut hair for other hair donors. Instead of one long ponytail, she created two pigtails, which kept more of my hair on my head than I expected.

It's been a few weeks since I went from long hair to short. If I had known how easy it would be to donate hair, I would have done this long ago. In fact, I probably would have made it an annual event. That's why I encourage you, if you are able, to donate in honor of someone you know who is going through cancer treatment.

As much as I worried about what would happen to me after my hair was cut, it was nothing compared to what's happened to my friend. Some days are good, some days are horrible. What she's been through has been far more challenging than I expected.

Sometimes my friend goes "bald", letting her hairless state speak for itself when she hangs out with people who make her feel comfortable about herself. She doesn't have to pretend with those of us who adore her. And sometimes, when she wants to forget about cancer, she dons a wig to go out in public. If you saw her at her favorite coffee bar, you would see a glamorous lady with a dazzling smile. For those few moments, she is back to being her old self, doing what she loves to do as a dedicated "foodie" with a camera, documenting her culinary adventures. I get to travel with her vicariously as she samples mouthwatering dishes that make me salivate every time. I treasure those times on her behalf, knowing how important it is to her that she embraces the life she still lives. But in every photo she shares, there is one thing I seek -- the light in her eyes. Is she finding some little smidgen of joy as she goes through her day? As much as the horrors of cancer and cancer treatment have piled up, is she still seeing the beauty in the sunset, still feeling the warmth of the sand on her bare feet, still touching the salt water as the waves roll into shore?

When it comes to cancer, it's important to be greedy about joy. We should clutch it tightly and refuse to give it up. Joy is that one thing we can share in abundance with those we love, but only as long as we make room for it in our souls. It's what puts a song in our hearts, a bounce in our step, and makes us still want to dance to a beautiful tune, even when our bodies are too weary to rise.

When push comes to shove, when cancer dominates a life, the only things that really matter are love and comfort. We love, so we offer comfort in any form we can -- whether it's practical advice, humor, strong shoulders that can handle the tears, or even just the chance to celebrate those too-few moments of joy that still creep into the room like a ray of sunshine on a gloomy day. When all the high tech tools of oncology and carefully concocted medicines no longer seem to push back the cancer to the corner, love and comfort are all we have left to share. We stand by those we love and we never surrender to this insidious disease. We don't care about the lack of hair on a head. We care about the beautiful person who is still here with us and we celebrate her beauty.