Losing my hair

If you have been following my blog then you know that aside from the cancer itself, losing my hair has been my biggest issues.  It has been very emotionally consuming.  Remember a few weeks ago how I was scared to reveal my hair?  I was worried about the reactions?  Well, times have changed.  The grade 6 girls and I now compare Lululemon headbands, and my little munchkins are getting excited to see it growing in an unruly manner. 

A few days ago I wore a hat to school.  It was a Friday early dismissal and I wasn’t feeling great, so I showed up to school in sweats and a tuque.  I had no energy to do my hair.  A few kids asked me why I covered my hair again, but I told them I just wasn’t in the mood to do it.  I then ran into my friend’s daughter, a grade 1 cutie.  She put her hands on her hips and gave me a disapproving look and said “JOY!  Take your hat off!  You are beautiful!”  I then laughed and took it off, telling her that I just didn’t feel like doing my hair this morning.  She told me she didn’t care, and my hair looked great.  I then obeyed, and put my tuque in my pocket.
It’s funny how I was afraid to show these little people my hair, but now they are my biggest supporters.  I’m not sure how many of them know the truth and how many are just being kind, but bottom line is that they are all being supportive. 

I had a friend’s wedding to attend, and again, hair was the issue.  I felt silly.  Like a little boy dressing up in his mother’s dress. I wanted to put a pretty ballet bun in my hair. I was self-conscious and shy to go into the wedding.  As my kids in school did, my friends at the wedding were amazing.  I felt ugly, but everyone kept telling me how wonderful I looked.

I am known with my friends for my “Joy hair”.  When I did not blow-dry of style it, it was a full out afro.  Remember Mary’s bangs in “Something about Mary?”  That was my hair.  I would often send one of my best friends pictures of “Joy hair”, and when I was bald, he would assure me that soon enough we would be making fun of my hair again.

On a positive note, my hair is growing like a weed.  My hair is a constant topic of stress, but I remember a time where my stress was chemo and illness… I can deal with hair stress.

Joy Rodgers is a working mom who, we can now say, is a cancer survivor!! This is the story of her journey..

2 Comments

Joy's Journey April 03, 2017 6:51 am

Love it!!! Have a wonderful week, Hala!!! Xo

Hala April 03, 2017 5:29 am

Good Morning, Joy! I take my hat off (and glad you took yours off) to that spunky little first grader! "You are beautiful, just the way you are"....Every time I hear that song, I smile and listen. It always reminds me of you, Joy, and how you said your kids sing it at the top of their lungs, with all the wrong words. I made an Inspiration Board of quotes that forces me re-focus on all the good, so when I am having an "off" day, it helps me get back my positive energy. Every single one of us are stressed over something about our appearance, thinking that it makes us "ugly". Whether it is being overweight, having no teeth (wearing dentures), wearing a hearing aid, using a walker, etc. But, always try to remember that you are loved for YOU, and not what you look like. and THAT is what makes you beautiful. The "packaging" does not matter. It is what is inside. I am beautiful...I am beautiful...I am beautiful... I am beautiful....(Rinse and repeat all day long!) Have a beautiful day, Joy!