A couple weeks ago my mom forwarded something to me and I want to share it with you (with the author’s permission of course). A dear family friend who we’ve known for a long time is battling cancer. Her name is Barbara, and she’s a super amazing person. She only found out about the cancer recently and the chemo therapy is doing what you might expect to her hairline. (I have no such excuse for my cue ball) Barbara is also a great writer/poet and she wrote this poem about her experience:
Ode to my Hair
Oh how I love my short black hair
To be losing it now just don’t seem fair
But how can I complain about mere hair
When the Lord sees fit my life to spare
But still as I watch the strands come out
I laugh, I cry, I cringe, I shout
I see more of my scalp with each passing day
And know soon my hair will be all gone away
The wig I chose is actually pretty good
It fits my head just the way that it should
And I got a few hats that make me look sassy
Plus a silky black turban that’s really quite classy
I hear that when it starts growing back
It may come in blonde instead of black
Now that would certainly be a sight to see!
Would anyone even recognize me?
All in all, I will try not to despair
Over temporary loss of my short black hair
For the loss is merely a small sacrifice
For the blessing of living a long healthy life
You rock, Barbara!